“’I hate you’ she said to me one afternoon. ‘I really, really hate you.’ Call me sensitive, couldn’t help but take it personally.”
My Rating: *2.5 Stars*
I tell you what, how about you give a brief look at the book jacket. You see that review by OBSERVER?
It states: ‘A humorist par excellence, he can make Woody Allen appear ham-tongued, Oscar Wilde a drag’
Well, that statement that you just read is a joke, a bad joke! I lost faith in humanity after reading this book because of that statement.
Seriously you compared a guy, who I didn’t know exist with Woody Allen and Oscar Wilde? Well good! But then you called both of these amazing people ham-tongued and a drag? Are you shitting me? And compared them with this person? Why oh why?
Okay I’m not gonna exaggerate, the book is just fine, but why did I read this book? Ya, because I wanted to read some humorous stuff. Total waste of time and I was expecting it to be hilarious, but it wasn’t. That is it!
I really don’t care about David Sedaris. I really don’t. What I read in this book is a story of a self-indulgent, pretentious white male, ghh!!!
Okay so hi there! you are a book lover? you want to read a good book? something humorous? do you have a whole lot of time? or you don’t have?
Whatever be your reason don’t read this, total waste. I won’t recommend this book.
If you literally want to read some fun stuff, if you want a good laugh and want some good dosage of humor. Then please go read Oscar Wilde and Woody Allen, I assure you they will make you laugh, they’ll tell you something fun. And you’ll actually enjoy.