|Smut Soiree 2008|
(it was really hot that night, which is why we are
both so shiny)
The thing is, I did not love this book. Not at all.
I'm a fan of Lainey's writing and found some humour in her Squawking Chicken stories on her blog, and yet I didn't enjoy all of that put together in book form. The Squawking Chicken is an unusual character and each chapter in the book is a personal story with some kind of "lesson" about how mother knows best (or at least she thinks she knows best). Even despite Lainey providing stories about the Squawking Chicken's difficult upbringing, her life struggles and her illness, I did not find myself relating to the Squawking Chicken or finding anything redeeming in her tyrannical ways nor did I find myself relating to any of her "life lessons" or "morsels of wisdom". I didn't even find most of the stories to be all that funny. I had hoped to come away from the book with a better understanding of Lainey's mother/daughter relationship or something I could take away for my own mother/daughter relationships. There was none of that, nothing at all for me to take away and relate to my own life and relationships.
In the end, I guess I prefer Lainey when she's writing about celebrities and pop culture than about her Ma.