Let me first say this, if you are a die-hard midwesterner with no experience or interest in the East coast, I’m fairly certain Crosley’s up-state (Westchester), private-school, Jewish essays will make you crazy. I myself found them immensely amusing. Crosley’s book meanders from stories of being the only Jew at a Christian summer camp, her first (and truly horrid) real job, failed attempts at a one-night-stand and an essay on being roped into being a bridesmaid for a girl she hadn’t seen in years. Funny, sarcastic, slightly neurotic and thoroughly amusing.
…I had the one thing that would carry me through the mundane small talk of the rest of the night. I had the one thing that would make my brain hurt less when I struggled to recall amusing anecdotes about Francine for her relatives from Missoula, the one thing that would allow me to tolerate Francine smacking my hand when I bit my nails… I had her new initials. F.U.