I was not so impressed by this “must-read” journal of Lamott’s trials and tribulations as she deals with her newborn. Maybe when it was published, it was taboo for a mother to casually remark that she’d like to throw her colicky baby out the window or confess that she let her infant fall off the futon (twice!), but in this age of mom-blogging, such confessions are almost trite. The journal reads exactly like a, well, journal, not my favorite type of reading material (I don’t even like to read my own journals). I guess my expectations were a little higher.

Okay, so I finally finished and I must say the ending the last 130 pages really made the book totatlly enjoyable. I almost didn’t want to finish reading it but I am glad that I did. What really added dimension to Annie’s journal was the fact that her friend Sammy got sick – not that this was a good thing, but it added the needed umph to the story. Unfortunately we find that Pammy did not beat her cancer in the end. I felt a little saddened about the fact that we didn’t get to hear the rest of Pammy’s story. I must say that it would be interesting for Lammott to do a follow up story to this so we can get a better idea of what Sam’s life was like after a year. Excellent job!!!

I read more of this book last night and to be honest it is just dragging on by and I don’t really want to read it. I will however finish it and do find it to be amusing in places. While it is in journal format, I find it quite interesting that the author is writing about her son’s first year of life and says what she feels. I wonder how her Sam felt when he read this later on in his life. She moves from love to hate, to love back and forth and calls him some pretty brutal names. Not to mention, it also amazes me, her being religious the language she uses. I guess that is just part of being human and I shouldn’t be judgemental on it at all because in a big sense I am the same way too.

I read quite a bit in this book the other day, but I have to admit, I am fizzling out on it and feel that I am just simply not interested in finishing it. I’m almost half way through. Blah, Blah, Blah, there is no real what is going to happen interest…

My Vet recommended this to me. So I picked it up. So far so good, extremely funny. Basically about a 35 year old woman who had partied to much in her early days, got pregnant by a friend and had a child out of wedlock. She had a strong support system and is journaling the first year of her son’s life.