sedaris
Preparing for a 20 hour drive to Arkansas to visit my terminally ill mother, I armed myself with wine (Jonesboro is that anomaly called a dry county) and the latest David Sedaris book that I'd been saving for just such an emergency. The only way I could imagine getting through the next few days was getting drunk and laughing out loud (in between the tears). I found myself unable to drink much (a most unusual state of affairs) but the book ameliorated my mood a bit. These stories about the whacked out Sedaris clan are his best yet, funny as ever but more complex and bittersweet.
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