, but despite the fun looking cover and title, the book really turned into a kind of depressing family story.
Even the parts about the home renovation tasks that the author and his
wife took on were not terrifically funny or interesting, and the smug
satisfaction kind of reeked.
Yes, it is very cool that they laid a slate
floor- but seriously, every person who has laid tile of any kind has that same
exact story, and manage to not sound like Smug McSmuggery about it.
hardly any mention of any amusing/frightening/interesting encounters with
neighbors or ex-users of the crack house (which, honestly, it didn't seem to
have been one) and the home repair parts were dull, the smugness clouded
everything, and if I had wanted to read a book about a gold-digger named Tonya
fleecing a guy's grandad out of his money, I would have chosen a book that
didn't pretend to be a funny book about renovating a house.
not funny. Depressing and smug.