First post this week and it's non-beauty (although the cover is rather striking), but you'll appreciate it. This book is AMAZING. I mean, almost pee-in-my-pants good. Crosley is brilliant and witty and all those things that every aspiring literary type of my age and ilk wishes they were. Isn't it TS Eliot who said that most editors are failed writers but, then again, most writers are failed writers? This rings quite true, especially in an era saturated with frothy, throwaway novels that don't merit the space they occupy on the 3-for-2 shelf at Waterstone's. Crosley an exception to Eliot's statement with her debut novel.
And each is a tasty little morsel of life as she lives it, warts and all. It's funny. It's honest and without pretense. I've told countless people about it (and now you) and have already passed on my copy to a mate.
I Was Told There'd Be Cake is not yet out in the UK (look for it in August) but it would be worth having an American mate send over a copy if you can. It is, unconventionally, a series of essays. Definitely not the most popular genre nowadays, although I see a glimmer of hope on the horizon that this literary form might be making a comeback.