Okay — I read most of these a while ago… take everything with a bit of a grain of salt. Sometimes a bad mood or a bad day can affect how I react to a book.



Is Jesus a Republican or Democrat?, Tony Campolo (Possibly because I was reading this while I was 9 months pregnant with my daughter Caitlyn…)

Philistines at the Hedgerow, Steven Gaines (I just don’t care that much about the Hamptons. )

Blue Latitudes, Tony Horwitz (The information on Captain Cook was good, but it’s hard for me to have respect for an author who spends about 90% of the book either drunk or drinking.)

Angela’s Ashes, Frank McCourt (I picked it up because of the buzz, and I just didn’t get why this was supposed to be so great.)

Mothers who Think, Camille Peri and Kate Moss (Feminist mothering schlock.)

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert M. Pirsig (I only read the first part, and found that this was not a travel book. I felt betrayed.)

12,000 Miles in the Nick of Time, Mark Jacobson (It was an okay memoir of a family’s travels in Southeast Asia and the Middle East, but I thought he spent too much time ruminating about his teenage daughters and not enough on what they saw.)

Live From New York, Tom Shales (If you have fond endearing memories of Saturday Night Live you might be more interested in the sordid lives of those who were on the show that I was. I also find oral histories hard to be consistently interested in..)

Me Talk Pretty One Day, David Sedaris (He’s not as funny in print; he’s better when he reads his stuff.)