Gabrielle Union, We Are Going to Need More Wine: A Book Review

I was skeptical about the entire situation of reading Gabrielle Union’s We’re Going to Need More Wine

Was it a self help book? A memoir? I have never in my life read a self-help book despite easily reading a book in a week. So I was nervous. I mulled on the idea of renting this book for three months. Every time I marked a book off of my to-read list, there it would be, staring me straight in the face, laughing because I was acting like I was afraid of reading a book or judging something before I even tried it.

Like it was God’s plan, I marched into the library for my next set and there it was on the front shelf of the popular demands section. “Great,” I thought, “no time to run from it now.” So I got it…and then it sat on my desk for two weeks as I read every other book I had rented.  

I know by this point you’re probably thinking, seriously, just read the dang thing but it was almost…intimidating? The things I had heard about her life seemed eerily similar to mine so I knew there were going to be some parts in the book that we’re going to hit me straight in my face. I didn’t know if I was ready to read it, and maybe even find my own truths about growing up in an almost all-white community so I danced around the elephant in the room. 

However, after reading this book, I have one thing to say about it: Yes. 

If you ever thought you could be friends with Gabrielle Union, this is the book for you. If you ever wanted to feel as a woman of color that you are not alone in your struggle, this is the book for you. As a survivor or rape or sexual assault, if you want something to fill you up with so much good about the fact that you are out here slaying the game after what happened to you, this is the book for you. 

Gabrielle Union gives you a big old glass of “YES” when all you want to say is “Hell no” to the rest of the world.

Justice Amick

I, for one, fall into all three of these categories. This book was like…a cup of hot tea I really needed to drink on a cold day when I had a stuffy nose. It was a gentle reminder of all things good, that there is a community for everyone in a time where living in the United States makes you think otherwise.

The way Union weaves the story of her life through satirical metaphors and blunt honesty is like the best friend we all never thought we would find but when we did she looked you in our face and told you, point-blank to pull your shit together.

Covering topics on racism, sexism, anxiety, love and everything in between, Union writes a feel good memoir of her life that not only tells a story but helps the reader execute a plan for themselves. 

Tears rolling down your face funny and brutally honest, Union’s book is one for the ages.

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