The eighteenth book I read in 2019 was I'll Be There for You: The One about Friends by Kelsey Miller. The book is, as advertised, a look back at the hit TV show.
Parts of it were fun, like information about the auditions and who might have gotten the iconic roles. (At one point, it was conceivable it could have been a Facts of Life reunion, with Jo as Monica and Blair as Rachel.) Unfortunately, after the first season or two, Miller stops mentioning specific episodes and moments and breezes over most of the on-screen product to focus on contract negotiations, which, yeah, I was there, and I know it was a big deal that the cast's solidarity wrung concessions from a network used to pitting actors against one another, but it's really not that interesting to revisit every time the actors demand a raise.
More frustrating, the author spends an inordinate number of chapters criticizing the twenty-five-year-old show for not being "woke" enough for modern sensibilities. SHUT UP, Millennials; go stab each other in the back for thoughtcrime and leave GenX alone.
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