A new anthology of personal writings shares the author's whimsical observations of such locales as Paris, Portugal, and Alaska as well as her more experienced understandings of her home and relationships in New York.
Lots of big names are back in paperback form this week: There are two new dystopian novels from Bret Easton Ellis and Gary Shteyngart, and memoirs from Keith Richards, Marlo Thomas and rising humorist Sloane Crosley.
Read these books at the beach, and people two towels over will wonder why you're chortling. There are plenty of books that will make you laugh, but critic Heller McAlpin separates the mere giggles from the all-out gut-busters.
Crosley's first collection of humor essays, I Was Told There'd Be Cake, focused on her misadventures in Manhattan. In How Did You Get This Number, the Random House publicist takes her funny, fish-out-of-water experiences overseas.
Sloane Crosley follows I Was Told There'd Be Cake with a new collection of sparkling personal essays. She serves up humorous observations and mordant opinions in carefully calibrated cocktails of self-absorption and self-deprecation.