‘I don’t profess this tome to be one of deep reflection or profound, serious thinking,’ writes Miranda Hart, which may or may not come as a surprise to her readers. ‘I am nowhere close to one of them French philosophers; I basically lollop through life like an amiable hound.’
If self-knowledge tends to be hard won, Is It Just Me? (Hodder & Stoughton, £20) suggests that Hart has won it mainly by saying the wrong thing and falling over a lot. Whether you like this book, or even open it, probably depends on how much you enjoy her work on TV, although it’s unlikely you will have read even this far if you didn’t.
Less of a celebrity autobiography than a manifesto for the perfect world of Miranda-land, it’s a discursive, often rambling piece of work, but you forgive her everything because she is so funny and charming and full of terrific comic ideas.
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