It’s What We All Want to Know: Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?


So until now, I’ve really focused on books from indie authors, but I’ve got to say I absolutely love Mindy Kaling. Her show, “The Mindy Project,” has found its rhythm, and she is simply hilarious. How can her book not be?

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) by Mindy Kaling. Amazon for $4.99. Mindy Kaling has lived many lives: the obedient child of immigrant professionals, a timid chubster afraid of her own bike, a Ben Affleck–impersonating Off-Broadway performer and playwright, and, finally, a comedy writer and actress prone to starting fights with her friends and coworkers with the sentence “Can I just say one last thing about this, and then I swear I’ll shut up about it?”

Perhaps you want to know what Mindy thinks makes a great best friend (someone who will fill your prescription in the middle of the night), or what makes a great guy (one who is aware of all elderly people in any room at any time and acts accordingly), or what is the perfect amount of fame (so famous you can never get convicted of murder in a court of law), or how to maintain a trim figure (you will not find that information in these pages). If so, you’ve come to the right book, mostly!

In Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, Mindy invites readers on a tour of her life and her unscientific observations on romance, friendship, and Hollywood, with several conveniently placed stopping points for you to run errands and make phone calls. Mindy Kaling really is just a Girl Next Door—not so much literally anywhere in the continental United States, but definitely if you live in India or Sri Lanka.

From the Hardcover edition.


Impatience of a Writer


There’s something about sending an untried draft of a novel to its first set of new eyes. Last night, I sent it off on its electronic journey, out into a limited world, and I’m already impatient.

I want them to read it already.

But it’s a book. And it can’t be consumed blindly in twenty minutes while eating a bag of chips. Well, you can still eat the chips but you know what I mean.

This one’s different, not my usual strange almost-sci-fi, fermented on a bed of humor. This one’s a mystery. My mystery is whether it works.