this very booth!" I had spent so many years imagining her before, it was easy to slip back into the habit. But I wasn't chasing her; I was chasing her narrative, trying to consume her authentic experience -- an inherently inauthentic pursuit. No two people follow the exact same path. And I couldn't even be certain the narrative was true. I'd cobbled the account together from anecdotes apocryphal and embellished by drink. I had the right key but it was in the wrong lock. If the world is made of narratives, then it was time I write my own. 5 Star 4 Star 3 Star 2 Star 1 Star Boring- not funny or charming This book rambles on like an aimless conversation. It ' s akin to being stuck next a polite stranger making small talk; I wanted to stay with it but gave it up. I can only assume the author knows someone in publishing; there are some undergraduates who write better than this, and her editor did her no favors. Skip this one; not even a discernable plot gots off the ground, and each essay is flat. To be fair, I did not make it to the end, so perhaps the book gets better as it goes. I simply could not sustain my interest and did hang in for 10+ chapters. 2 out of 2 people found this review helpful. Was this review helpful? Yes No Thank you for your feedback. Report this review Thank you, this review