
So sad to say I have never heard of Laurie Notaro. My library recommended this book to me since I like to read memoirs and humor. Unfortunately there was not enough humor for me. I laughed a few times, but mostly just read and wondered what the point was at the end of some of Notaro's essays.
Notaro's essays mainly focus on her life living in Oregon with her husband and her not so tidy life/house. We get to read about how she had grapes turn into raisins and apparently ate them. I maybe shuddered during that one essay. And also we get to read about how stacks of paper/bills/etc. come to her house to live and never seem to go away. I just didn't get most of it, and since I have a freaking aversion to walking into what sounded like a pre-hoarder house (is that a thing?) I didn't find it as cute and lovable as Notaro did.
I also give authors who write memoirs kudos though for opening themselves up. Notaro let's readers into her everyday life and also provides details about things in her past (such as when she first started taking her nephews to The Waffle House) and trying to rent a house with her mother while she still lived in Arizona.
The flow was up and down for me depending on what essay I was reading.
The setting for the most part is Oregon with some comments about her upbringing or specific events in Arizona.
The book jumps around a lot, but eventually ends and I just kind of nodded my head and went well I finished it. Not bad, not great, just a nice read.