I’m always dubious when someone refers to themselves as “Crazy”. I don’t know why but it always makes me cringe when someone says “I’m just so crazy!!” So I started to read this book with trepidation and I have to say I think the title tainted my whole experience of the book.
Having said that I did enjoy most of the stories. I liked the way the author set out the stories with a bit of character background to add context, then the story and finally a wise word or two of advice.
She shares some deeply personal moments like the loss of Grumps, which are tinged with sadness and her troubles a junior high, which are written in such a way that you feel privileged that she shared them with you making the author much more personable
I have to say the are some funny moments in this book and the author is, as she claims, to be a storyteller and quite a talented one
But, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but the book struggled to keep my attention I didn’t find myself thinking about the book when I didn’t have a chance to read it and I wasn’t making excuses to stay in and read.
For me, although a well written collection of stories about growing up it didn’t captivate me.
However, that could say more about me and the genres I tend to read than a criticism of this book
Disclosure: I received a copy of this book in return for my honest opinion. All opinions are my own.