My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Sarah Colonna is my soulmate. How dork-ass fan-ish is that? Meh. I’ve read a couple of reviews about this book and it seems to be one of those you-either-love-it-or-hate-it books. Or should I be saying that about Sarah Colonna herself? I think it takes a big bite of “special” to be this kind of honest. I think it’s pretty damn fantastic to say “this is how it is” and be telling the truth. You can feel it, hear it as the words wash over you. Hearing that honesty in writing is my absolute favourite thing about reading. That “I believe you” feeling that washes over me is my cocaine. It is my reason for writing. And it is my reason for above all else, striving for honesty in the things that I write. I write so that when you read it, you will believe me. Even the most far fetched of stories can hold the most precious nugget of truth.
I don’t know who Sarah Colonna is. My sister is a huge fan, but I don’t have a clue who she is. Also, I don’t usually read non-fiction. Memoirs and biographies don’t really do it for me. I like play-play people in play-play worlds. But I’m glad I picked this up. I’m not sure why (apart from the fact that it’s funny and I enjoyed reading it). Something about it just feels hopeful. Or made me feel hopeful. I dunno.
Whatever it is….I think it would be pretty damn cool to go out for drinks with this chick 🙂