After a long wait for the book that would shake me with laughter and lift me up, Phoebe Robinson took me to church–I shouted and praised my way through her memoir. From Black people secrets, to a history of Black hair, to the letters to Robinson’s biracial niece, this book spoke to me. Robinson discusses race and gender through her experiences, observations, and pop culture obsessions; she delivers the truth. I was left cackling and thankful that people who get the Black experience and live it are talking about it. Also, Jessica Williams’ foreword is no joke. Keep this book handy.