I have lived a long time and read a lot of books. Some were totally trashy and probably made me dumber, but they were totally engrossing. Other books were a much tougher slog, but they usually improved my knowledge of some subject and sometimes inspired a better overall understanding of my own (long) life.
This book is unlike anything my eyes have ever seen. First and foremost, it is absolutely hilarious. Reading this book was as fun and addictive as watching the first season of Jersey Shore ("GTL: Grad School, Travel, Literature.") Except, each passing chapter gave my brain the sensation of a bounteous feast, instead of giving it brain-ulcers. That is, the book not only increased my knowledge of familiar and unfamiliar books from Russia and elsewhere, but it also made me think about such books, and my own life, in new ways. By combining personal insight and wisdom, literary theory, and a body of grueling journalistic service (visiting "Slap-in-the-Face," squatting or leaping over pits in Samarkand, depending on the type of pit) the author really provoked a lot of things for me to think about.
Like, "to what extent is the goal of controlling your own life achievable, or even desirable?" Most people would like to control, at least partially, what happens to them, i.e. to minimize slaps in the face. But, do you also want to control what you like or love, and is this even possible? On the one hand, the heart is supposed to want what it wants. On the other hand Woody Allen has been viewed, to some extent, as a nasty pedophile. Probably what you love is controlled by your own outlook and personality, in the sense that you want yourself to want certain things (like a crush where you love to love someone) according to your interests and world-view. On the other hand, why do you want yourself to want certain things? This comes down to your life and experiences, which are partly under your own control or responsibility, but are partly determined by the actions of other humans in the world, grappling with the same apparatus.
This is one example of the sort of train of thought that my brain did not expect to take upon reading about some grad students and Russians. The book is truly unique in genre and content--if you read it you will have your own variety of thoughts. It is certainly possible that you will not like the book as much! For instance, if you don't feel that what you love has much control over the rest of your life, or that it should, then maybe this book will make you really mad. Or, if you feel like it is inappropriate to make jokes or to learn about crazy ancient things, or to use literary theory, when there is poverty in like Haiti, or because 9/11 and some associated wars happened, then it will be hard for you to enjoy many of these essays. Finally, the author is evidently a lively young talented babe, so if you feel that people should only learn from the lives and thoughts of older men with distinguished personas and grave attitudes, then you should ignore this book.
Having characterized the least-ideal audience for this book as loveless, humorless, and sexist, let me emphasize my opinion that almost everyone will at least enjoy this book even if it doesn't explode their brain. Now, the author is definitely honest about her experiences and opinions, many of which will necessarily differ from people who are not six-feet tall first-generation-Turkish women from New Jersey. This is _personal_ story. So if she says, for instance, that creative writing workshops are a big problem for her, it doesn't mean you are stupid if you are or were in a creative writing workshop--it may feel that way because she is smart and funny, but the book does not ridicule anything, it is just ridiculously funny. I mean, how could she develop this feeling about creative writing workshops unless she was in them herself? Did you know, when Tolstoy thought of the idea for _Anna Karenina_ the point was to totally rip her? And then as he was writing more and more about what was originally supposed to be a fatuous, selfish, bourgeois woman, he was like, "this is my own life!" My point is that even if you tried to write an objective world account about, like, "Modern Islamic Thought," you will ultimately be including your own experiences. And if you are honest about your likes and dislikes, the result will be all the more warm and humane.
In summary, the author is really smart but not a punk. I think that almost everyone will enjoy this book, and hopefully you will even enjoy it as much as I did!