I'm about to upset a significant number of Anne Lamott fans. This particular book was truly awful. I happened to pick it up, along with its sequel (Crooked Little Heart), at a used book store for approximately $1. However, after being bombarded with profanity, extremely explicit sex scenes, and an overkill of drug and alcohol references, I resorted to speed-reading just to get through it as quickly as possible. And now, I have this overwhelming feeling that I need to take a shower. Yuck! There wasn't a single character in the entire book that I could bring myself to like or root for. I've heard that Lamott's non-fiction books are supposed to be stellar, so I'm not ready to give up on her completely just yet. But I have decided to put the sequel to this book, unread, in my pile of things that I will be taking back to the bookstore.