GRANNY IS MY WINGMAN

Debut memoir recounting the romantic adventures of both a 20-something New York City singleton and her feisty Florida grandmother.

At 24, stinging from a breakup with a boyfriend she'd hoped to marry, Stollak was living in Manhattan and earning close to six figures per year as a cocktail waitress at a swanky nightclub. Lonely and unmotivated, she'd majored in film production at New York University but wasn't pursuing her passions in either work or love. At the urging of her spirited grandmother, aka Granny, she began to see the upside of being an attractive, single woman. "Why aren't you putting yourself out there?" she asked over the phone from South Florida. "Are you at least having recreational sex?" Proclaiming that Granny gives her advice she "needs to hear," Stollak relays her ensuing romantic and sexual misadventures and triumphs. Simultaneously, following the voluntary ending of a 32-year love affair that outlasted her failed marriage, Granny began dating, too. "It was time," writes Stollak, "to relinquish our egos, bury the stigma, and embrace the humility of the online dating process." Both women created profiles and shared with one other, often in crass detail, their respective responses and in-person encounters. The process also taught them more about what each one required in a partner. Granny's positivity rubbed off on Stollak, giving the latter the ability to laugh about her most terrible dates. As the number of would-be suitors increases, readers’ patience for the author’s flippancy goes down.

Rife with obscene details, Stollak’s fluffy memoir gives her a platform to replay dates as well as to reflect on her failed relationship with her ex and, at heart, to renew her appreciation for her grandmother.