Let me preface this by saying I freaking love David Sedaris. He’s one of those authors whose books I have to buy when I see ones I don’t have. His stories are so relevant that you find yourself wondering if he’s written his essay about you.
With that being said, Me Talk Pretty One Day was not one of my favorites. The first part of the book had me literally cry-laughing, but the second half was meh. I loved reading about his stories from childhood, and he kind of lost me as he went into his meth-addicted phase of one-man stage shows. It’s probably just too close to home for me as I grew up around people with a meth addiction, so others may enjoy the rest of the book more than I did.
This review is pretty short as I don’t have much else to say about the book. It was okay, and I’m just glad this isn’t the first Sedaris that I ever read.