I love Sloane Crosley. She's a postmodern Mary Tyler Moore, and this book is wry, generous, knowing - a perfect document of what it is to be young in today's world
A. M. Homes
Sloane Crosley is a mordant and mercurial wit. What makes her so funny is that she seems to be telling the truth, helplessly
Crosley channels David Sedaris - and Carrie Bradshaw - in a slightly cracked and often charming collection of essays recounting a suburban girl's adventures in the big city
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What happens when the minibus full of your fellow wedding travellers hits a bear in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness? Or you hear the voice of your high school’s long lost queen bee from a bathroom cubicle? Why is there always a moment of utter disorientation when you emerge at street level from the tube station, no matter how many times you make the journey? It seems that Sloane Crosley can barely step outside her front door without being reminded of just how perplexing and absurd adult life can be. With her characteristic brio, Sloane recounts her amusing attempts to navigate the bumps of daily life. Pleasant existential confusion awaits you.