Dooce's It Sucked And Then I Cried

it sucked and then I criedI read Heather Armstrong's (aka Dooce) It Sucked And then I Cried: How I Had A Baby, A Breakdown, And A Much Needed Margarita ages ago. As in early May. Before my birthday. And I'll admit, as a long time reader of Dooce I wasn't sure what to expect from this book.

I can tell you that after picking it up from the library on the way to do some grocery shopping I started reading it in the car (mistake #1) and kept reading it even though it was one of those days where reading make me feel like I was going to hurl all over the dashboard and gave me a migraine (mistake #2) (thankfully the hurling did not happen). At the same time I was reading out passages to Lee as he was driving. I think he thought that I (not to mention Heather) was nuts. He was also concerned about the migraine that made me walk around the grocery store like I was high (mistake #3 - it was a short shopping trip). Then I came home and died. The end.

Ok, clearly not the end. I came home and whined about how I couldn't keep reading because I was dying. And then I couldn't keep reading the next day because I had to work (*woe*). Eventually I got to finish it though.

I'll be the first to amid that I was hestitant about reading it. Would I enjoy it as much as her blog? Would her writing style translate well from blog to book (it doesn't always work). I'm not sure why I was worried. Same style, different format and it just worked for me. I really don't know what else to say. It's Dooce, in a book. That's not to say that it's all the same material from the blog, which it is not, but it's pretty much what'd you imagine if you wondering what a book based on her blog would be.

A note on the cover: love it but I am a fan of Subversive Crosstitch (someday I'll actually finish one of the ones I have started). The stitches on the cover are raised as well. Good cover.

Warning: May cause Dorito cravings.