Any memoir I read is automatically compared to the brilliance that is Jen Lancaster. I feel sorry for authors when I read their books because I can't help but compare their work instead of reading it for what it is. With that being said, I do applaud Susan. She was funny and kept my attention...
But there are still days, like laundry day, when I question the soundness of that decision. Back when we lived in the land of sidewalks and neighbors we could actually see to wave to, the weirdest things I ever found in the washing machine were earrings, car keys, and the occasional cell phone. O...