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Sloane Crosley (Riverhead)

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Coming off a bit like the younger, slightly rebellious, and actually funny, sister of Carrie from Sex and the City, Crosley’s collection of humorous essays centre around being young in general, and being young in New York. The New York humour is a bit alien: I don’t really get jokes about taxi service, or bargain apartments that cost $900 a month for a room in a five-bedroom. Otherwise, Crosley’s stories are relatable for anyone who came of age in the 1990s and 2000s, delving into the finer points of teenage washroom etiquette, laissez-faire travel and back-alley furniture salesmen. Crosley’s love life doesn’t merit a mention until the last essay, and even then the relationship is made to seem a bit of an absurd anomaly---refreshing in a collection of personal essays from a young writer.