I feel like I achieved a lot over Christmas break. I baked up a storm, hung out with my family, saw a ridiculous amount of movies at the theater, and applied to a bazillion internships. However…one big failure? Reading for pleasure. I have a HUGE list of books to read. And I read one over break. And a rather small one at that.
However, small does not mean “bad” (do you hear that, gentlemen?), and even though I wish I had done a little more reading when I had the time, I’m glad I at least squeezed this book in. I read Sloane Crosley’s first collection of essays (I Was Told There’d Be Cake) a few years back and loved it, so naturally I was pumped for this collection. It was also solid.
To me, Crosley is fast becoming the female version of David Sedaris – she’s funny, awkward, supremely quirky, and a writer whose books I will always have to buy and read as soon as possible (yes, I know this book came out last summer, but “as soon as possible” is different in law school time. Trust me).
I enjoyed every story in this collection. There isn’t any one in particular that stands out (which, I guess, does distinguish her from Sedaris, because I can name a few of his essays that I adore right off the top of my head), but they were all amusing. I loved the part where she talks about middle school girl rules – playing Girl Talk, sleepovers, things like that. And even though she had some mishaps there, her stories about Lisbon and Paris made me want to travel to Europe immediately.
In the end, I’d definitely recommend this book. It’s a fun, light read. It’s slightly less funny than I remember her first collection being, but it’s so smart and sharp that I still loved it. And I’ll be on the lookout for her next one.