I had read Sloane Crosley's first collection of essays, I Was Told There'd Be Cake, and loved her writing style. Her biting Manhattan sarcasm seeps into every word about killing a bear cub, stealing furniture, and her crazy roommate. However, I feel the endings sometimes fall slightly flat. The build-up is amazing, but the finale is a little less so. Her writing seems to have matured a bit in this second attempt. Best of all, this is a super quick read. Give it two sittings and you'll be done.
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