For years I've been told I need to read David Sedaris' collection of essays, Me Talk Pretty One Day. I tried once, but after buying a faulty copy (after about 50 pages it started from the beginning), I got discouraged by the botched book and put it down. At the time, I also wasn't thrilled by the subject matter. Blame it on my sheltered upbringing, but I was in no mood to read about someone who casually discusses his homosexuality (gasp!) and past drug use (double gasp!).
Seven years after my first attempt, I tried again after Jen told me how much she loved it. Jen and I typically agree on books and movies so I trusted her recommendation. It also helped that she was able to lend me her copy since I didn't want to shell out the money a second time if I was just going to put it down again. This time proved far more successful than the first. I flew through Sedaris' witty rants that cover everything from grating tourists to his twisted love of the macabre. I guess I just had some big-city-living to do, but I loved it. Instead of seeing the essays as being in poor taste, I now find them playful. Sedaris is cynical, but he recognizes it so he doesn't take himself too seriously.
3.75 out of 5 stars
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