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It is abundantly clear throughout Anne Lamott's non-fiction opus that she is a product of the AA rooms and deeply immersed in Bay Area politics. Although this book is ostensibly about grace, a more fitting title might be "Essays on My Beef With Bush." Lamott's preoccupation with George W. Bush infiltrates nearly every nook and cranny of her life, becoming tiresome and at times, verging on a diagnosable fixation. Moreover, the frequency of her complaints about poor, underappreciated women and the big, bad men who torment them comes across as just another whiny feminist tirade. For someone who has allegedly spent over 20 years invested in the 12 steps, she lacks the wisdom to take responsibility for her part in the consequences of her actions. If I hadn't shelled out the money, I probably wouldn't have finished the book, but I truly wanted to like it. I have relished several of Anne Lamott's fictional works. I knew, based on those novels, that her essays would lean towards the liberal side of life, but this tome amounted to little more than a hodgepodge of rants and mini-musings about herself (and plenty of hikes up the mountain with her dog).