When I laughed out loud on page two of Siri, Who Am I?, I knew I was going to enjoy myself. Siri, Who Am I? is fast-paced, ridiculous, and a total treat. I picked up this book, so unlike anything I’ve ever read before, and read it in one sitting because I couldn’t put it down. Siri, Who Am I? will be available January 12, 2021!
Mia wakes up from a coma to find herself in the hospital with nothing but her blood-stained capelet (which tells her she’s the type of fancy person who wears capelets), her yellow Prada dress (see, totally fancy, and able to pull off yellow), some keys, and a cracked iPhone. She has no idea who she is and how she got there. Siri, Who Am I? follows Mia as she, with the help of a handsome house-sitter, Max, pieces together her identity and the events of the past week using her Instagram posts and DMs as her only guide.
The key to enjoying this book is to basically go in as a blank slate. This is not your typical romance. I wouldn’t even classify it as a romance even though there is a romantic relationship that is central to the narrative. Siri, Who Am I? feels like it should be a category all its own. It’s an amalgamation of satire, romance, absurdism, and social commentary.
The pacing and style of this book was fantastic. And the whole premise was executed so well. Sam Tschida pokes fun at social media and pop culture (not in an “okay, boomer,” kind of way, but in an endearing and self-deprecating way) and the result is so entertaining. Mia’s voice was a perfect blend of snarky and out-of-touch. In one moment, she’d make a wry observation about pop culture and society, and in the next, she’d deliver an endearingly clueless one-liner.
One of the best scenes in the book occurs when Mia posts a photo of herself at the art museum where she was allegedly injured, asking for folks to DM her if they know anything about her. The exhibit’s intern mistakes her legitimate attempts to find out information about herself as her having an existential crisis:
“I’m serious. I just want information. I need someone to tell me who I am . . . [a]s soon as possible.”
“Don’t we all,” he says, totally missing my point.
If you’re going into Siri, Who Am I? expecting an earnest rom-com or romance, you’ll be disappointed. If you’re going into Siri, Who Am I? with any expectations or preconceived notions about what it is, actually, you’ll be disappointed. But if you just suspend some of your disbelief and roll with the punches of this book, you’ll love where it takes you.
Side note: I always come in with expectations. I am usually terrible at “rolling with the punches”—in fact, I’m one of the least flexible and adaptable people ever. Just ask my fiancé. So, I was pretty shocked that I was able to just go with this and enjoy it as much as I did, but I’m so glad I did because it left me with the biggest smile.
I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. This has not impacted or influenced my opinions.