This book, like it's author, doesn't know what it wants to be when it grows up.It's definitely laugh-out-loud funny, but the kind of LOL that almost makes you wince -- the humor is snarky, bordering on caustic. And it's turned on everyone in sight - most notably her Mennonite background, her parents, and her ex-husband, who left her for a guy named Bob he met on Gay.com... a line you'll read ad naseum. I found that line witty at first, especially after she expounds on her ex's cruel and abusive mental/emotional treatment of her. That is, until late in the book, when she reveals she KNEW that he was bi-sexual and had relationships with other men. AND when she tells us that Bob from Gay.com called their home, unabashed, in the middle of the night while she was still supposed to be sharing a bed with her husband. Hmph! That's the sound of any pity I felt for her and her relationship with her bipolar, caustic husband flying out the door.Her attacks are overboard and rambling. She wants to set herself up as this sophisticated intellectual, when really, by the end of the book she's shown herself to be a fraud. She might think she's running from her "religious" background and all that means because she's enlightened, but where does she run to when she's got nowhere else to turn? Her loving family -- her distinctly Mennonite parents.When the book suddenly takes a turn and tries to be more serious and philosophical, all I see is an empty woman who won't be happy until she truly makes peace with herself and admits that she's more Mennonite than she wants to let on.
