When 22-year-old Lilibet Snellings moved to Los Angeles on a whim, she unintentionally became a “slash” to keep her head above water — a writer/waitress/actress/Box Girl. One night each week, Lilibet would go to The Standard Hotel in West Hollywood, don a pair of white boy shorts with a matching tank, touch up her lip gloss, and crawl into a giant glass case behind the front desk. There, she could do whatever she wanted — check email, catch up on reading, even sleep — as long as she ignored the many hotel guests who would point and ask the staff, “Is she allowed to use the bathroom?” (Yes.)
Dog-paddling through her twenties, Snellings resisted financial bailouts (for the most part) from her sweet Southern mother and business-oriented dad, while pondering her peculiar position as a human art installation. Was she a piece of art or a piece of ass? Was she allowed to read both Walt Whitman and US Weekly as she lounged in an oversized, waterless aquarium behind a hotel concierge desk? From misinterpreting a modeling agency interview as a talent audition, to avoiding Bond-girl-style deaths at New Year’s Eve parties, Snellings shares and laughs at her many mishaps while living in LA.
Snellings offers every imaginable detail about her weekly hours in the box . . . [F]unny and interesting.
Snellings’ new collection of essays is a witty amalgam of moments from her turn as a Box Girl at West Hollywood’s branch of The Standard hotel. Dig deeper and you’ll find it’s a wry, sincere, provocative recasting of the traditional coming-of-age story, one that’s only too familiar to Angelenos wildly chasing down a dream.
A self-effacing and wryly humorous young voice in the tenor of Sloan Crosley and Lena Dunham . . . Snellings truthfully captures her tumultuous twenties, in which identity is fashioned and refashioned anew with each apartment, job, boyfriend, and haircut.
A funny, whip smart debut. Snellings’ exposé of herself and Los Angeles gives new meaning to the phrase ’think inside the box.’
A fast, funny, and sometimes touching look at [Snelling’s] early 20s in Los Angeles.
One part Joan Didion, one part Holly Golightly, Lililbet Snellings has given us, in Box Girl, a hilarious and utterly original account of coming of age in L.A. Winsome, witty, and startlingly honest, she takes us on a mental journey that touches on feminism and fast food, voyeurism and advertising, going broke and breaking away. Delightful!
This memoir by Snellings is pieced off into small, easily digestible chapters about her life in Los Angeles as a living art installation at The Standard Hotel. Equal parts humor and coming of age, she takes us on her journey as she spends her nights in a glass box where guests can watch her lounge in what is essentially her underwear.