As a chronically ill and disabled person, and as a fan, I am so disappointed. There’s just so much complaining—an entire chapter devoted to his love/hate relationship with golf, plus more wry grousing about it elsewhere, complaining about things in his movies (cool scene but they unfortunately used “Walking On Sunshine”), complaining about being sick to the nth degree, and more. There’s discussing your negative feelings about your symptoms, and about the before and after of being disabled, and then there is complaining.

Five chapters in, and kinda getting the impression that Michael thinks he and his people are awesome, and everything and everyone else needs some work. I didn’t want to know that.

I rated it two stars initially, but I actually said out loud “Thank God” when I turned the last page, so that’s not accurate.
This twee, confusing collection was a finalist for the Pulitzer, which means that even though I have a master’s from Boston University and have been reading for over forty-six years, I apparently know nothing.
I feel really grumpy and out-of-sorts now. Uncomfortable. I should not feel this way after reading a book. One of the stories gave me a nightmare last night. You can tell how off I feel because I hardly ever leave reviews like this.

The Land of Oz theme park really existed. Link gets no credit for that. I went there as a child. I feel rather “get off my lawn” about this point.

Ugh. I feel weird. I need a hug and maybe a hot toddy.

What an incredibly original, powerful concept.

Got it from the library—I am going to buy it. It creates gluten-free and lactose-free recipes without including difficult ingredients like xanthum or exotic flours that require trips to fancy grocery stores. Just simple, healthy substitutions.