Okay. You all know I ADORE Lamott. She's my sassy, blunt, fabulous writer crush. Everything I've read from her just makes me laugh and fall in love and appreciate honesty so much. She's great. But this book wasn't. Every writer obsesses over this one, and I just don't know why. It wasn't bad, but it just wasn't great. I've been stuck in the middle of it for far too long and finally forced myself to finish it this week just to get that bookmark out, but I didn't love it at all. Maybe it's because I don't write fiction, so a lot of it didn't necessarily apply to me? I really don't know, I just couldn't connect to it like I could with everything else I've read from her, faith-based, non-fiction, fiction or on Facebook. Oh well. Read it if you want, but you could do so much better when it comes to Lamott.