David Sedaris has a way of taking the mundane and making it hilarious. I was reading in bed with my husband asleep next to me and things just got completly out of hand. I could not stop snorting with laughter over Sedaris' description of his sister's sympathetic parrot who can imitate crying and the blender and will ask you over and over, "So how are you, really?"
Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim was a lot like Sedaris' Naked. You hum along at a rapid pace, laughing out loud at his descriptions of himself and his family and then without warning slam into a wall of awkwardness. You know that the way he's talking about his dumptser-diving sister is funny in a way, but it's more tragic than anything. You start wondering if he ever should have written about it in the first place.
General consensus: Reminds me of Little Miss Sunshine, sans the triumph.
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