Nice to know there is someone else out there who has had some of the same crazy thoughts i have!

Depressing...I couldn't even finish reading this.

Another of my rainy day books. Unlike the other cat books I've read recently, at least this one says it's really a memoir of Ms Horn and not just only about her dying cats. It's easy to read despite the morbid subject because the chapters read more like essays, so really this is a collection of personal essays on death and cats, midlife crisis, ghosts, cemeteries and the Internet. I could sometimes relate to Ms Horn's experiences and opinions, so naturally this was an interesting read for me.

When I first started this book, I didn’t think I’d be too keen on it because it gave me Samantha Irby vibes. Happily though, I found I got along with it more as I continued to read and the author found her rhythm. I actually quite enjoyed how this book is formatted, how there are a few recurring themes throughout the book and how she made these themes the title of each new chapter instead of coming up with title names (which takes more effort and who actually reads them? I liked being able to glance up and have a one or two word summary of what each section was going to be about). I also find Horn as a person has a very compelling perspective to read from and I can relate to her a lot (even though I’m not middle aged yet). A good way to pass the time.

What an odd, sweet book - kind of like reading someone's journal without the guilt. It's funny because if my friend Lynn hadn't liked it so much (enough to send me a copy) I probably wouldn't have made it through the first few pages. Stacy Horn hits a bunch of my biases right out of the starting gate -- people who talk about how lame they are as almost a point of pride, defining yourself as "liking to watch TV" -- things that speak entirely to my own high level of crankiness with humanity. But she won me over in spite of that -- and in fact she turns out not to be lame at all. The meditations on her fear of death totally spoke to me -- and of course the cat love. It ended up being 180 degrees away from the book it presented as at first, and I came away touched by the honesty.

Heartwarming, charming, and self-consciously honest. I will be reading this again.

A painfully funny and achingly wise memoir. Stacy Horn is sadly neglected -- if I had my way she would be as feted as Anne Lamott for this one book alone. (Her book on cold cases is also excellent.)

Hilarious, relatable, beautiful language. A perennial Christmas gift to NYers on my list.

A Fabulously funny book! Some great lines and insights. A great quick read if you are looking for something light in between having read Maughm and Boyd!!