So far, I'm not loving David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day.
It's for my book club, and I often have tastes differing from those of my pals, but I'd heard so many good things about the book that I'm sort of disappointed that I didn't like it more. Admittedly the fact that he was a crystal meth-addicted conceptual artist when he was my age does put my life into pleasant perspective.
I realize that for the Volvo-driving, NPR-listening, Starbucks guzzlers among my pals, David Sedaris is some sort of great wit, but my opinion is that the world already has one Andy Rooney.
Do we really need another?
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Who is admittedly only 100 pages in. Maybe it will improve.
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If you don't like "Me Talk Pretty One Day" don't feel bad. I suggest you read "Naked" before you give up on David Sedaris.
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