CBR III 5: I Was Told There'd Be Cake - Sloane Crosley

Single girl has wacky misadventures in NYC, and instead of having a blog popular among Brooklyners, artsy young Manhattanites, and people who aspire to live in Brooklyn or Manhattan and have cupcake parties after museum-hopping with their gay besties, she gets paid to write books about said misadventures. Goddamn lucky bitch.

The stories are cute and funny, don't get me wrong. Not laugh-out-loud funny, but funny. Am I glad I borrowed the book from a friend instead of buying it? Yes. Am I going to exert any kind of energy to find her other book(s)? No. Would I read another book of hers if I ran across it and had some time to burn and no other book with me? Sure, I guess. Would I read her blog, if she had/has one? Probably. Will I follow her on Twitter? The premise of this question is invalid, since I don't have a Twitter account. Did she create dioramas of some of her essays? Yes, she did. ("Naturally, Sloane decided to turn three essays from her first book into three-dimensional plexiglass dioramas." Well, naturally.) Also, "Obviously... I purchased a vintage paper doll and matching wardrobe off Ebay." Do I really need to elaborate on the types of stories she relays? I hope not, because I won't.

If you're considering buying one of her books, check out some of the links to her website. Your reaction would be a great indicator as to whether or not you'll enjoy it, and her.