i feel like i’ve just crawled out from under a rock. a few months ago, i bought David Sedaris’ Naked at a used bookstore. i never read it, and it just languished on the bookshelf with a gob of other books i haven’t found the time to read yet. after Toni Morrison’s ironically titled Love and a whole slew of short stories that are never happy, i was ready for a change of pace. i needed something different.
of course everyone i know (the TTHM, FFJ, etc.) are huge fans, but some how i had escaped the magic spell of Sedaris. not anymore. i’ve been sitting on the fabulous blue couch with Naked and laughing so loud and so hard that i can’t even read the words on the page. oh god, i needed this.
i can’t imagine a more perfect way for a 6’5″ single 30something booknerd to spend the day than with Sedaris and Paul Westerberg.