Admittedly, I read this book for the same reason I read Fifty Shades of Gray: I just wanted to see what all the controversy about for myself, rather than rely on others to form my opinions. (If you don't know what the big hoop-lah with this novel is, just Google "Lena Dunham book controversy.") 
 I've never really liked Lena Dunham, but reading her memoir only sharpened my dislike. Each chapter oozed entitlement and pretension, leaving me with little to care about. If you have to rely on poorly executed rape/Holocaust/etc. jokes, creepy childhood flashbacks in which you detail how you pried open your little sister's vagina (yep, she talked about that!) or boring asides about your boring sex life... you're not funny. 
 In any case, I am glad I read Not That Kind of Girl, simply because I can finally say I have reasons why I don't care for Lena Dunham, rather than simply "She just gets on my nerves, okay?" I did, however, like her little section talking about her current boyfriend, Jack Antonoff. Real cute.