David Sedaris regales us with tales of his very bizarre adventures, spanning from his youth to more recent tales about art school, being a crystal meth addict, teaching college writing courses, and living in France and never quite getting used to the language or culture. Although his style is witty and charming, the high pitch of his voice may be grating to some. I have, however, giggled, guffawed, and snickered audibly at his delightfully strange anecdotes.

This book started out really strong in the funny department. It was so good I was even reading passages out loud to my husband after cracking up over them. But it quickly went down hill after the first few chapters. Some of the chapters were actually pretty disturbing and I don't know if they were supposed to be humorous or what but they were just really bad. I did laugh a few more times but it wasn't worth the read.