I just finished reading this book, but I have to say, about halfway through, I was tired of reading it. Have you ever read a book and thought that the person writing it was trying a little too hard to be funny? Ms. Rivenbark struck me that way. She writes in a way that seems forced, quite often, and you are surprised when you find the picture of her, because she mentions being fat and menopausal throughout the book, though she is thin and strangely young looking.
I read the book on a lark because my best friend bought a companion book (Stop Dressing Your Six-Year-Old Like a Skank). She loved it and so did her dad. Maybe it is a good book if you like trite, "comical," essays. I wish I had spent my time reading something else, though. This book will go to my friend where it can live a life and be loved, rather than loathed as it was at my house.
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