i was told there’d be a point.

perhaps it is best to preface this review with admitting that i picked up this book because the packaging is impeccable. i adore the cover—girly, fun—and just the right smooth texture that is so satisfying to hold. that is where my fascination with this book ended.

i enjoy collections of non-fiction stories, especially humorous vignettes a la david sedaris that earn you stares on the subway as you laugh like a maniac. i felt sloane crosley was attempting to piggyback off the sedaris phenomenon, the difference in his success and her failure being that he actually has interesting stories to tell. crosely’s stories are fairly banal. a “crazy” moving day where she locks herself out of her apartment twice. a job at the natural history museum, which *gasp*, she shows up to intermittently. a nightmarish stint as a maid of honor.

crosley’s tone mimics the dry, irony of sedaris, only, nothing that happens to her is particularly out of the ordinary. each chapter leads up to a punchy final sentence and i kept waiting to glean some sort of insight or meaning from those parting thoughts that would illuminate the importance of the story she had just told—unfortunately this moment never arrived.