I love memoirs. I love reading the personal details of someone’s life as they remember it. Memoirs are generally better reads than biographies, usually based in emotion, instead of fact.
I hate short story collections. I hate when I sit down to read a book an instead its just a bunch of random blurbs that don’t go together.
This was a mixture of the two. It was interesting, and I was interested in Sedaris’s life. However, there wasn’t a great flow to the book. There was a slight chronological order, but a lot of the stories had nothing to do with each other. Most of them did not hav a point. The last one being one of them. Not a great ending. There isn’t even anything to spoil there, it just stops. No point, no conclusion. It just stops. No more words. That’s it.
I guess the only way I can really express how I feel about this book is just to call it lame. Just nothing really exciting.
**Note–My keyboard is dying. I have a new one on order, but the left part of it is going very sporadically. I apologize if I missed any typos. I tried to get them all.