My kids gave me this book for Christmas. Â I’m pretty sure they got it on the merits of the cover alone, but my wife knew I’ve enjoyed the author so she signed off on it. Â This is the third Augusten Burroughs book I’ve read. Â While we don’t share moral or faith perspectives, I have have a strong appreciation for his talent as a writer.
This book is a collection of anecdotes from the author’s life, each having some connection with Christmas. Â There were definitely some laugh-out-loud moments, along side of some well-crafted thought-provoking observations on his life and relationships. Â I was particularly taken by his experience with the homeless woman who challenged him to not waste his talent and loose himself to his addictions. Â His honesty in his failures was refreshing.
Burroughs has a conversational and engaging writing style that I really enjoy. Â His approach and world view may be difficult for some of those who read this blog to connect with because he is blunt about his lifestyle and occasionally uses profanity. Â Overall this was an enjoyable read and a fun departure from the other books I’m currently reading through.
Youâ€™ve eaten too much candy at Christmasâ€¦but have you ever eaten the face off a six-footstuffed Santa? Youâ€™ve seen gingerbread housesâ€¦but have you ever made your own gingerbread tenement? Youâ€™ve woken up with a hangoverâ€¦but have you ever woken up next to Kris Kringle himself? Augusten Burroughs has, and in this caustically funny, nostalgic, poignant, and moving collection he recounts Christmases past and presentâ€”as only he could. With gimleteyed wit and illuminated prose, Augusten shows how the holidays bring out the worst in us and sometimes, just sometimes, the very, very best.