In The 30-Somethings, McKenzie shares how her career-turned-business, her relationship with boys, and being human in this average ordinary-sized woman’s body have shaped her into being the loud-mouthed, semi-successful, semi-hot, self-important adult she is today.
Elizabeth takes the classic coming-of-age story and turns it into a collection of thoughts and stories broken up into three acts, designed to hold a really short attention span.
Elizabeth will have you laughing-out-loud as she exposes the phenomena known as the internet #ladyboss, give you friendly tips on how to trick boys into thinking you’re hot even when you’ve got a fruit-shaped body, and if you’re blessed enough to not be a fruit at all, then you can skip right to the section where she tells the fairy tale story of how she eye banged her boyfriend for the first time.
With the help of self-publishing, it’s never been easier for an amateur to pitch herself as the voice of a generation and impart lessons onto the unwilling world.
AN EXCERPT FROM THE 30-SOMETHINGS
Because this story is about a 30-Something and most definitely not a 20-Something (tall, slim, and what 30-Something dreams are made of), I’m not going to talk about my former glory days as a Taylor Swift impersonator with legs for days.
I still have legs for days, but what sits on top of my legs is the apple.
I’m a walking apple. An apple with legs.
That’s the best description for my body I can give. I’ve got boobs, I’ve got a gut, I’ve got love handles, I’ve somehow managed to get some chunk on my arms too which I’m not pleased about. I get bloated from eating broccoli, and while some days I’m not so critical of my body type, at the end of the day when I strip off and get naked in front of the mirror, the first thing I do is look at my stomach and sigh.
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR
This book is here to entertain you. And nothing more.
The beauty of The 30-Somethings is there’s no complicated storylines you need to follow. It’s broken up into three acts, with a collection of thoughts and stories under each one, designed to hold a really short attention span.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Over here. *waves*
I know your phone just dinged with a notification and I lost you for a second.
This book is super-short. I promise. It’s not even a full novel. It’s a novella.
It took me like 90 minutes to read through and I wasn’t even a nerd in school.