I loved this book. I read it at the same time as Samantha Bee’s book, which I also enjoyed, but it became immediately clear that while they’re both funny, Crosley’s a writer. You know what I mean? The laughs are earned. She always tries to make a greater point in her stories.
The reason I loved this, as opposed to just liking it, was the last story. I won’t ruin it for those who will eventually read the book, but it’s the best thing she’s written. If you have a half-hour with time to kill in a Barnes & Noble, I’d recommend flipping to this story and reading it.
I’d give this book a Pitchforkian 8.6 and a Best New Book pick.
