Once upon a time, I read Hyperbole and a Half in blog form. It was, essentially, the best thing I've ever read. And then my attention span for the internet waned (and my ability to read long blog entries) and I kind of fell off the bandwagon. 
 I'm glad it's in book form. My attention span can handle books, so this makes me happy. It's hard to read sometimes because it hits home. A lot. Feelings of worthlessness and trying to convince yourself you're not a shitty person and overall inability to be an "adult." I get you there. Though I'll admit I'm not a dog person, and dogs are featured a lot, so I kind of skimmed over those parts. 
 My only complaint really is that some of the stories just end with no real conclusion, but I suppose that's what happens with blogs. I'd turn the page expecting a concluding sentence or anything to make me feel complete, but I was left hanging a lot. 
 But really, it's fantastic. Even if it makes me feel uncomfortable. I have to go, like, volunteer somewhere now so I can stop feeling bad about how terrible of a person I am.