This collection of essays by Sloane Crosley begins with a spur-of-the-moment trip she takes to Portugal, and how incredibly lonely she was there (until she meets some clowns, of course). From there, we move on to her life in New York City and bad relationships and other trials in her life (a bear-infested wedding, for one). It’s well written, but just a couple of days later I really can’t recall much of it. It made a very slight impression on me. I did like this line, however:
“Time grabs you by the scruff of your neck and drags you forward. You get over it, of course. Everyone was right about that. One mathematically insignificant day, you stop hoping for happiness and become actually happy.”
She comes off as rather unhappy herself, but like she’s maybe trying to write through it. Whatever it was, it didn’t really speak to me, but was an excellent effort nonetheless.