You dont need to be a fan of Brownsteins seminal 90s band, Sleater-Kinneyor know how manyrs are supposed to go inriot grrrlto love her frank, funny, fantastically smart memoir.
Over the course of 21 snapshot-dotted chapters, she recounts how music offered her a way out of the bland Seattle suburb she grew up in and the broken family she couldnt fix.
Rock & roll saved herbut success, she found, wasnt an easy panacea for the anxiety and self-doubt that rarely left her.
If that sounds like a downer, its not; her honesty is disarming, and buoyed by the same dry wit that makes her scenester-lacerating IFC seriesPortlandiaso good.
Thats how she artfully manages to transcend the backstage tropes of the rock-bio genre, and whyHungershould become the new handbook for every modern girl (and yes, boys, too) looking for the courage to pursue a life less ordinary.A
