By David Sedaris. I picked this book up off of aBook Crossing drop-off at the I-House in Berkeley. These essays were just the thing for walking around, waiting for the bus, and eating breakfast. I was highly amused. I’ve liked Sedaris’ columns in the New Yorker, but some of these essays are better than anything of his I had read before. Either his life is endlessly amusing, or he “sexes it up” as the Brits might say. I don’t have very much else to say about it — it didn’t open my eyes or cause me to realize things I hadn’t realized before, but the joy of reading it was the way in which he puts things, and his own personal insights did make me wonder what I could say if I looked more critically at my own life.