I'd wanted to read Anne Lamott for some time (I suppose since first reading one of my favorite essays of all time, by Kim Thomas and entitled "Dirt" when her phrase "Anne Lamott-level traumas" stuck in my brain). It was one of those thousands of names that was always floating around like I should probably check it out. So when I saw Grace Eventually on the Bargain Books rack at B&N, I picked it up.

I don't know if you've ever read Anne Lamott. She writes in this manic, over-caffeinated, and sometimes quite beautiful sort of way. She is very much the quintessential California hippie, and admits to most of it. I find her as poignant as I do annoying. And maybe it isn't fair to have such a large opinion of the woman based on this one, small book, but the biggest thing I learned about her through it is: she doesn't quite get it. The core of being a Christ-follower, that is. I think she's earnestly trying to some days, but her vocally defiant insistence on living on her terms keeps her from really getting there. I still found much of this book enjoyable because I am so often guilty of the same.