It's truly crazy to witness the remarkable journey that Anne Lamott has embarked upon in the realm of writing and to observe the humble beginnings from which she has emerged. This particular book was penned by a rather muddled 23-year-old, and as a 23-year-old myself, I found a great deal of resonance within its pages. It was a truly fabulous read, filled with a complex tapestry of emotions - sadness, confusion, and yet an underlying charm that kept me engaged from start to finish. The way Lamott captured the essence of that tumultuous age was both relatable and thought-provoking. It made me reflect on my own experiences and the uncertainties that often accompany youth. Overall, it was a thoroughly enjoyable and enlightening read that I would highly recommend to others.
I'm on the verge of giving up, even though I'm already half way through. The writing itself is quite good, with proper grammar, vivid descriptions, and a smooth flow. However, at this moment, the story just isn't compelling enough for me. It lacks that certain something that would make me eager to turn the page and find out what happens next. Maybe the plot is too predictable, or the characters aren't developed deeply enough. I'm not sure exactly what the issue is, but it's preventing me from fully engaging with the story. I keep hoping that something will happen to change my mind, but so far, it hasn't.