Based on other reviews I had read on a bookseller website I thought this was going to be really funny; well it wasn't. The author seemed to be on a 150 page whine about the stupid things happening in her life. I would love to see some humor when faced with actual problems instead of jobs that sucked and volunteer positions gone bad, but it wasn't to be. There are way better narratives out there than this one. Try Chelsea Handler's "Are You There Vodka, its Me Chelsea," even if it seems far fetched at least its funny.
She was told there'd be cake? Well, I was told this book would be funny. It wasn't. There were a few giggleworthy entries here and there but overall I was not impressed. Quite a disappointing read, actually.
Comparisons to David Sedaris' work are inevitable, so I won't try to avoid them in this review. Each chapter is a humorous essay drawing from the author's life. Like Sedaris, the author writes in a somewhat sarcastic style, and the humor tends to be dry with some occasional slapstick. Although I did laugh out loud at a few of the pieces, the humor level varied too much for my taste from chapter to chapter. In fairness, Crosley is at a distinct disadvantage versus Sedaris because her family is not nearly as funny (e.g. Amy Sedaris). Given what she has to work with, not a bad effort.
The book was not as 'funny' or 'witty' as the reviews claimed. The writing style was ok in a few of the essays and left a lot to be desired in others. Glad for the opportunity to read the book but nothing I would consider keeping and re-reading at a later time.
First of all, I have to admit, I am not a "Seinfeld" fan. I didn't enjoy the "series about nothing." This book, like the television show, was a series of 'essays' about self absorption. She caught me with the very cute title so I bought the book. Then I kept wondering, as I was reading it, "Is this going to get funny? Interesting? Why would she even think anyone would give a rat's behind that she collects ponies and (marginally) worked in publishing?" I feel as if I were robbed of several hours of my life. I am mostly irritated with myself that I actually read the whole dang thing. YAWNNNNNNNNNNN. If you want to read interesting essays, try Sedaris or Rivenbark.