Haddish has splayed strength and resilience on every page and somehow seems to do so without once looking for praise or admiration. Haddish is a talented comedian, actress, and writer–but she’s more than that.

I say this genuinely: I’m thrilled to be alive in the time of Tiffany Haddish. The Last Black Unicorn by Tiffany Haddish It’s perfect and I’m never going to forget it. The memoir isn’t sappy, nor is it preachy. Mandy’s ability to be human and give the reader a practical recollection of pain is like receiving her heart straight from her chest. No one does vulnerability like Mandy Stadtmiller. I read this in April but it’s one of those books that I still find my brain constantly returning to. Stadtmiller holds nothing back in a book about career, family, addiction, and the ways our exes crawl into our brains and the residual poison they leave behind when they’re gone. This memoir traces Stadtmiller from her New York Transplant days as a recent twenty-something-divorcee to her encounters with men who have the emotional intelligence of cacti, to her days as a columnist for The New York Post. I’ve gone to buy this book for a ton of my friends. They’ll bring you realizations, they’ll make you laugh, and they’ll get you to better days. These five books by women are essential reading for any millennial woman. I love watching other women not only succeed but share how they got through it when they felt like their worlds have gone to shit. As I’ve descended into the nightmare inferno carnival that is my late twenties, something that has stood by me and provided unwavering comfort and happiness is books. As someone in my late twenties, and just as a general human who checks behind shower curtains and occasionally gets freaked out by certain numbers, I can use all the help I can get.

Unwifeable by Mandy Stadtmiller