Every now and then I get a book that I just really do not know how to review. This is one of those books. I really enjoyed this book. This book drove me absolutely nuts. Both of these are extremely true statements, even though they seem at odds with each other.

Someday, Someday, Maybe is the tale of Franny, a mid-twenties aspiring actress who is fast approaching her three-year deadline to make some headway in acting, or to get out and find something more stable to do. Franny is a delightful and completely neurotic main character. The reader can empathize with her struggle to understand her life and her surroundings. They can relate to her journey to find herself, and empathize that she is doing so in the competitive world of acting. Yet, at times she is a bit too over the top. She takes herself too far leaving the reader behind.

In Talking Too Fast Graham accuses critics of comparing this book to her own life story. After finishing it I wonder how they can not. While Franny is obviously not the carbon copy of Graham, she is built on her own experiences, and a manifestation of her own conscious. She even talks way to fast going on these massive rants. If there were no rants this book would have easily earned another start.

With all of this, I really enjoyed this book and am eagerly awaiting Graham's third book. Like I said, I'm torn.