Unqualified — Chaotic voicemail energy from a funny friend

I was hiding in the pantry—allegedly looking for 'soup,' actually eating the kids' fruit snacks—when I started this one. I needed something light after a week that included two tantrums at Target and a suspicious stain on the rug that I'm choosing to ignore. Anna Faris felt like the right choice for a mental break.

THE "UNPOLISHED" VIBE

Here's the thing you notice immediately: this does not sound like a professional audiobook. And I mean that literally. There are moments where Anna stumbles over her own words, trips up a sentence, and just keeps going. At first, my corporate brain twitched—I wanted to send a note to the editor asking why they didn't do a second take. But by the time I was driving to Lucas's soccer practice, I weirdly started to love it. It stops feeling like a celebrity reading a script and starts feeling like a chaotic voicemail from your funniest friend who's had two glasses of wine. It's messy, but it's real.

THE CHRIS PRATT FACTOR

Okay, we have to talk about the elephant in the earbuds. Chris Pratt writes the foreword and he is everywhere in this book. Since they divorced pretty much right after this came out, listening to it now is... complicated. It's like watching a wedding video of a couple that's already split up. There are whole chapters that feel like a love letter to him, and honestly, it made me a little sad in the car line. It adds this accidental layer of tragedy to what's supposed to be a comedy. Just be prepared for the cringe-factor of hearing her gush about their "forever" love knowing how it ends.

That whole public-story-versus-private-mess feeling also made me think of Impostora: Yellowface [Impostor: Yellowface], which is a much sharper, meaner kind of uncomfortable.

ACTUAL ADVICE VS. FLUFF

Surprisingly, the advice sections aren't terrible. Her rule about "don't date magicians"? Solid. I laughed out loud, which scared Sophie in the backseat. The stories about her awkward childhood—specifically bribing a fast kid with ice cream—hit home for anyone who wasn't the popular kid in elementary school. It's not groundbreaking therapy, but it's better than some of the parenting blogs I doom-scroll at 2 AM.

WHO'S THIS FOR?

If you want polished celebrity memoir with a clear narrative arc, skip this one. But if you need a friend in your ear while you scrub yogurt off the high chair for the third time today—someone funny and a little messy who won't judge your fruit snack habit—Anna is good company.

MY PANTRY VERDICT

It's short, it's flawed, and the audio production is kind of a mess. But sometimes that's exactly what you need.