Book Review: This is Not a Book About Benedict Cumberbatch by Tabitha Carvan

Basically, find your kernel of joy and revel in it.

I’ll preface this by saying the book meanders, but in the meandering you’ll find enough random outbursts and comical indignation¹ from the writer-narrator that you’ll be instantaneously okay with the meandering, and eventually with the constant thought in the back of your head whispering “I still don’t get what this is about.”

When the observation — “I st…