The purpose of my books section is to simply chronicle what I read, not necessarily turn that into recommendations (unless, of course, a recommendation is warranted). With that disclaimer out of the way, I did enjoy Crosley’s I Was Told There’d Be Cake, but it wasn’t the funniest, or most thoughtful, or most anything book I’ve ever read.
The thing is, her self-depricating humor I can appreciate. Her childhood references to music, clothing, and pop culture are spot on, since it seems she’s only a year or so from my age. But she lives in New York, and really, really loves it there. I, on the other hand, haven’t even made it to NYC. (Shhh…don’t tell anyone. I feel like I lose about 20 coolness points by admitting that). I do enjoy cities. I like the shopping, the food, the architecture. I don’t like that there are people, you know, everywhere, or no rolling hills, or a sense of community. So much of her viewpoint in this book is completely foreign to me, and reinforces my gratitude for living rurally. The book is, however, candidly honest. No sugar-coating here. And it gets bonus points for being the type of witty humor that is funnier after you close the book and turn it around in your mind a bit.
The verdict: worth a read. But I wouldn’t rush out to buy it if you have other books on your very-long to-read list.
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