A Year in Reading: Jacqueline Krass

This calendar year started, for me, at a small New Year’s Eve party in Brooklyn with college friends. The most noteworthy thing that happened was that a friend’s girlfriend blessed me with this zinger: “You look,” she said, turning toward me suddenly in the living room, “like a sexy Anne Frank.”

I’ve thought a lot about this comment in the last’s Netflix special, , in which she talks about how she’d looked just like Anne Frank as a child – and how she was “incredibly stuck up about it.” (Cue swish, kick.) But it wasn’t.