What I Was Doing While You Were Breeding: A Memoir

3:01 pm 3 January 2015

I'm not quite sure why I didn't give this the whole 5 stars, but 4.5 felt right, even though I can't think of a single thing I didn't like about it.

Although I could have happily lived out my days not knowing about the prostitute named Victoria in Amsterdam.

This is a book, I think, that one will either really like, or find to be a pointless, narcissistic journey of self-denial, depending on one's personal life experiences. For me, it resonated strongly. I lived the PG version of this woman's life for almost 10 years, never stopping long in any one place. Any relationships I had were with men who lived progressively further and further away until, upon hearing I was being setup with a co-worker's Australian best mate, another friend quipped that anyone else from here on out would have to be geographically closer simply because I couldn't get any further away. (Fortunately, the Aussie stuck and he's now my DH.)

So, I could relate, albeit on a much calmer, drug-free level. I get the journey she went on and how she got where she ultimately wanted to be, in spite of herself. As a result, I loved reading this book; plus, it's hysterical and it's well-written. I went into it thinking it was going to be told from more of a "why I chose not to have kids" POV, which it isn't at all, but what it was, was even better.

If the first line of this book appeals to you: "I am not a slut in the United States of America." then I strongly recommend this book.

[PopSugar 2015 Reading challenge: A MemoirI]

[Sock Poppet's 2015 Read-By-the-Month Reading Challenge: new to me author]