It’s a book of essays, more focused on life in one’s twenties (I believe she’ll be thirty this year) and her usual stuff. I won’t read it, but good for her.
I also notice that she only seems to have one piece a month for The New Yorker on average. She just did a profile on the author Marlon James, and did a piece on abortion that was basically a sequel to her Jezebel interview with a woman who had a late-term abortion. Her writing isn’t bad, it just always reads as painfully trying to sound deep and introspective. It also lacks in humor, which is weird since her Twitter feed is full of immature, dumb jokes written in textspeak. I much preferred Doreen St. Felix, Amanda Petruisch, and Carrie Batten to Jia.