Let's Explore Diabetes with Owls

I don't like David Sedaris's work very much. It took me a long time – I've lost count of the books of his that I've read – to realize that. But I love his craft.

His essays are just so well structured. They're rigorous but approachable. I'm jealous of his ability here.

But I don't like his work because it always has an undercurrent of sadness to me. He blithely describes abuse of all sorts and cracks wise. He draws good lessons and insights from his tragic and bizarre experiences. But I just can't get past the fact that his dad is/was terribly abusive.

So, anyway. This is another of his books. It's well-written. It has a lot of things that gave me a chuckle. But it's also very sad.