Not That Kind of Girl (Random House, $28), by Lena Dunham, perhaps best known for her HBO show, Girls, is a collection of “coming-of-age” essays from a millennial’s point of view. Roughly stylized after Helen Gurley Brown’s Having It All, instead of telling you what to do, Dunham gives you biographical anecdotes showing what not to do. And we are all the better for it. A veritable Judy Blume meets Woody Allen, Dunham has come up with prose that’s witty and personal, sharp and informative. She veers from funny stories detailing her relationships with her family to suddenly serious accounts of death and sexual assault…all wearing a fine veil of humor and self-deprecation. It is only later, when you stop laughing, that you understand the depth and substantiality of Dunham’s words, which often read like advice from a big sister as Dunham deftly reveals the kind of diets and men to avoid, what you shouldn’t say to your best friend, and what a healthy relationship with your therapist should look like. Fans of Caitlin Moran, Tavi Gevinson, and Tina Fey will especially appreciate this volume—I only wish it had been around when I was sixteen.