This was my first David Sedaris book, it was enjoyable, he has a knack for storytelling. Each chapter was a new story and while I came in expecting loads of humor, each was a different spectrum of emotion. I noticed a lot of disappointment- be it with himself, his parents, boyfriend, or siblings. He seemed to try to find humor in some of the stories, but many of them were just put out there. Some seemed believable, but others involved such nonsense as his sister rifling through trashcans at night and collecting teeth. An interesting aspect of his stories involved his struggle with obsessive-compulsive disorders. One story relayed the feeling of needing to touch a stranger’s head. Many times in an airplane he gets the itching sensation to touch the passenger’s head in front of him. Not once, multiple times. He tries to play it off as an accident, but the compulsion returns again and again. He said the normal number of touches is three, any more and the person catches on and gets upset/uncomfortable. The writing reminds me a bit of Augusten Burroughs in humor, storytelling, and non-sense. While it may seem uninteresting, the stories were all little pieces of his life, where one could think ‘This happened to me,’ or ‘I’m glad I didn’t have to deal with that.’ Sedaris is a contibutor to NPR and I read the book, I imagined an ‘NPR voice’ projecting the story over my car radio. I’m not sure that I’ve ever heard him on there, but it was a fun way to imagine the stories.