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AN INSTANT INDIE, USA TODAY, AND NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER!

"Delightful . . . We already know that E. Jean Carroll looked smashing when she went to court versus Donald J. Trump. But her irrepressible voice was, necessarily, repressed...Now she is saying pretty much everything." —The New York Times Book Review

"Buoyant." —The New York Times

A hilarious, hopeful, revelatory behind the scenes account of the trials that riveted the nation

You’ve heard about the tantrums, the seething, the storming out of court, yes. But what about E. Jean’s side of the story? What about the flight suits, the bottle of green Chartreuse, and the bob?

Not My Type puts you in a better seat than the jury box.

You will hear Alina Habba, Esq., “Trump’s most beautiful attorney,” asking E. Jean to “list” the people she has “slept with”—a list which turns out to be so marvelous, it is worth twice the price of this book. You will experience the fear and loathing of E. Jean’s “psychiatric evaluations,” and hear how she tries to cheer up Trump’s gloomy, $750-an-hour shrink by telling him about the strange white tablet Hunter S. Thompson gave her.

You will be in on the choosing of the “clothes for court,” and the creation of “the look”: a look that will help the jury connect the younger E. Jean who is attacked by Trump in Bergdorf’s with the older E. Jean who sits in the courtroom.

It’s all here: two dazzling trials, the full-tilt high stakes, the laugh-out-loud commentary, and the inspiring fact that a woman is never too old to get even.

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Praise for Not My Type

"Shockingly hilarious... a thriver from a bygone era when writers knew how to really live and propel their prose with rocket fuel... Carroll has written what may be the last great work of New Journalism... employs all her wit, erudition and insight."
—Ron Charles, Book Club Newsletter, Washington Post

"Frothy, delicious, inspirational."
—Laura Miller, Slate

"Fascinating on so many levels...so, so funny...such keen and hilarious observations."
―Katie Couric

"Uses quick asides, charming anecdotes, goofball humor and court transcripts to detail her fight against the most powerful man in America, it feels hopeful...She’s still so wholly E. Jean. Right there, on the page. Erratic. Funny. Full of life...A field guide for fighting fascism and winning, and not just winning but triumphing and remaining wholly, exuberantly, exasperatingly human."
—Lyz Lenz, MSNBC

"Screamingly funny."
—Andy Borowitz

"A breezy read, packed with revenge, joy and barbed wit."
—The Guardian

"A memoir of love and friendship, a photo party, a movie set and―though sprinkled with social media posts―a mash note to Ye Olde New Journalism. [Carroll] is a Tom Wolfette armored in a “navy-blue Dior-inspired Zara suit” and Revlon’s Toast of New York lipstick, punctuating her observations with a 'whoooooooosh!' and a 'Swaaaaaaaaaaaaak!'"
―Alexandra Jacobs, The New York Times Book Review

"Blending courtroom transcripts with her raw, often humorous stream-of-consciousness, Carroll brings an intimate and comedic lens to the trials... From debates over doors, to listing lovers, to the moment Trump misidentified Carroll as his ex-wife Marla Maples, despite insisting he'd never seen her and that 'she's not my type,' there are threads of humor in what Carroll described as a 'very surreal' experience."
―Newsweek

"A hilariously funny romp...Laughter for Carroll, as this glorious book makes clear, is about life."
—The Arts Fuse, Boston

"Carroll is telling the complete story, from her perspective, of Trump's assault in 1996, and how her long fight for justice largely hinged on her looking the part."
―People

"Charming."
—New York Times Editors Choice

"Carroll’s account of the trial is delivered in her idiosyncratic, buoyant style. The memoir opens with a Trump attorney asking her to list all of the people she’s ever slept with (“As I am excessively fond of my lovers, my answers to her question give me several minutes of happiness,” she writes), and includes courtroom transcripts that are peppered with her colorful commentary."
―The New York Times