If I Don't Laugh, I'll Cry

Oh boy. Stillman thinks she is funnier than she is, and she thinks her prose is sharp and evocative enough that it will carry her through the dragging self-aggrandizing stories, the evangelizing, or the boring stories of her love life. The most compelling parts of this memoir are about her darkest moments, like her mom's death, the funeral, and her debt. They feel out of place- better written by a mile (though not my favorite regardless) than all the chapters that surround them.
Won't read this again. This is another miss from the “New Books” section at the library.