I love Sarah Vowell's essays, but I held off on reading this based on lukewarm Amazon reviews. And now, here I am, about to put out my own lukewarm review. This book had some great moments, and it was an interesting time capsule of 1995. I especially loved reading tidbits about the history of This American Life. But, well, it reads like a diary, not like an essay collection–there's something appealing about the unpolished vibe, but mostly I'd take Partly-Cloudy Patriot over this any day. Still, worth a read if you like Vowell's other stuff, or if you like radio, or, whatever.
