A collection of essays by a bemused New York woman whose life might not be “Sex and the City” glamorous–but whose observations are “Seinfeld” acute.
I found myself nodding and smiling a lot while reading this book. Limarzi has a knack for honing in on the small things that can make life irritating or surreal, and her writing is fresh and clever. Her take on the world is narrow where it needs to be, but not myopic, and she’s funny without being jokey. Fingers Crossed, Legs Uncrossed is a good gift for the working girl in your life who wants more out of a read than just typical chick lit blather. (Shameless holiday plug! Shop from the links on my site & give the Superfast Reader money to buy books! A girl cannot live on mooches alone.)
(Though I have to step in with an ardent defense of knitting, Ms. Limarzi, being a lifelong crafter. But chacun a son gout, as someone certainly says somewhere in language-rich Queens.)