Some Assembly Required: A Journal of My Son's First Son by Anne Lamott

Some Assembly Required: A Journal of My Son's First Son Reviews

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  christa

  You know who Anne Lamott is, she’s that great great aunt who had a tiny but bright blip in your life and she opened some windows, taught you a few things and made you look at dreadlocks differently. But here it is, almost Christmas, and you know it’s time to make that annual drive to her house, a museum of eccentricities with two too-many animals and ugh, the dread. Two hours in the car and this intrusion in a day -- where really you didn’t have any other plans -- is heavy. Before you even twist the dial to public radio, stick the straw in the Big Gulp, you pretty much hate Great Great Aunt Anne Lamott and you’re already doing the math on how long you have to stay to be polite without being there so long that you feel like emptying her medicine cabinet into your throat.
  
  Then you get there and … it’s not bad at all. In fact, it’s pleasant and a little funny. It’s warm and fuzzy and she hasn’t changed a bit. Still neurotic, still seeking solace in a village of friends she keeps on speed dial, still deferring to a higher power and still with the dreadlocks. So you stick around longer than you thought you would and give her a big hug when you leave and promise to call or at least email and think nice thoughts about her in the car the whole way home. And then next Christmas, another blood boiling stew over this looming visit, this intrusion on your life. You tell yourself that after this visit you certainly deserve ice cream with the works, that’s the carrot you’re dangling over the trip and … That’s who Anne Lamott is.
  
  Except instead of the long drive and the visit, it’s a new book.
  
  About 20 years after pre-mommy blogging the first year of her son’s life, Anne Lamott returns with a journal of the first year in the life of her son Sam’s son in “Some Assembly Required.” Yes, this happened well before one would expect the tot who has repeatedly cropped up in her non-fiction to procreate -- he’s 18 when he and his on-off girlfriend Amy get pregnant. When Lamott floats the idea of chronicling the first year, ala her book “Operating Instructions” he responds in a way that reveals him to be a thoughtful brand of teen:
  
  “I shouted ‘Yeah! Of course …,’” he writes in the preface. “‘Why didn’t I think of that myself?’ To this day, that book is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me.”
  
  Longtime followers of Lamott will not be surprised by how this year unfolds: A lava of love and affection, serious freak outs that young Jax will die or that his mother Amy will decide to move from San Francisco and closer to family and friends in Chicago, freak out phone fests with her friends about handle communication hiccups and the chunks she takes out of her tongue as she reminds herself to back off, this is their life, she can’t control this dewy new family.
  
  The story is divided like a journal and also includes a trip to India, a trip to Europe, a wedding and a funeral, as well as mini interviews with Sam about Jax’s maturation as well as his own feelings on watching this mini ball of hilarity, this laid back baby, this young observer figure out how things work. It is also about as honest as Lamott could possibly be and she never soft-shoes her way around a beef with Amy or her suspicions that Sam needs to check himself or that she, herself, is on the cusp of overstepping or erupting in jealousy.
  
  I have been a fan of Lamott for more than 15 years, still I had a hard time actually picking this one up, opening it and pushing my eyeballs to the page. I just wasn’t in the mood for what I knew this book would be. You can, after all, like Anne Lamott -- or anyone really -- and still duck behind the organic junk food aisle when you see her coming. Still, once I picked it up I jammed through it pretty quickly and fell back into her groove.
  
  This book isn’t going to set any land speed records. It’s not new or different. The writing is standard Lamott fare, which is always pleasant and conversational and she’s got a unique perspective. Basically, Lamott is and always has been a pre-Blogger blogger, chronicling her life in book form. (Which, I guess makes Sam Lamott the OG Leta Armstrong). She’s charming and a little crazy and regularly learning a valuable new life lesson or relearning an old one. And Sam has become this arty, sensitive, spiritual, open-minded, mature kid who might tell his mother that her jeans have past their expiration date, but will also list for her the qualities she has bestowed on to him that he is especially grateful for. For old fans of the family, you’ll like what they’ve been up to.
  
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  Ellis

  This book does a lovely job highlighting the dazzling selfishness of grandparents, god love them. This is a phenomenon that I've had ample opportunity to witness firsthand since the birth of my kid. In Lamott's case, she may have slightly more reason to be overbearing since her son was 19 when his kid Jax was born, but that still doesn't entirely excuse her. She has an extremely hard time letting the child's parents, otherwise known as not her, call the shots. At times it gets painful to read about what a control freak she can be regarding her grandson. I'd like Amy, Jax's mom, to write a book with her side of things, although I guess it would basically read, "Today Annie tried to tell me what to do about Jax, again."
  
  I love my in-laws to death & that's given me the wherewithal to step back & try to see things from their perspective, even when they're driving me nuts. It's got to be supremely difficult for the parent of an adult to see a baby born & realise that this new person has very little to do with them and everything to do with its actual parents. Grandparents want to meddle & tell you what to do because they see this new little person & they feel like life is passing them by. They've been the Mom or Dad for so long, it's hard for them to see that there's a new Mom or Dad in town, and although these new parents may not feel like it at the time, they are the experts on this baby. After G was born, I was running on nothing but instinct and hormones & I felt more like an animal than a person, so woe betide anyone who tried to boss me in regards to that baby (but that's just me). But I get this & I fully expect to have a problem with meddling when and if my kid makes me a grandma. Personal perspective aside, this is an okay book with some repetitive insights about spirituality & religion, babies, & all that circle of life stuff.
  
  
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  Tracy Miller

  You know, I think I'm just not in the right life space for Anne Lamott. I've enjoyed her nonfiction books in the past (her fiction doesn't really do it for me), but I found myself skimming a lot of this book with a sense of irritation.
  
  Right now, in my life, there is a lot that needs to get done. And Anne is all take a walk, have a thought, call a friend, take a nap. Sometimes she mixes up the order, and sometimes she does a few of these things simultaneously. Sometimes she throws in going to church or some other worship service; but otherwise the whole book is walk, talk, think, sleep. It's just like real life, but absent the do. I mean, she writes I guess, because I'm reading her book. And she goes places, so that she can walk, talk, and think someplace different. I don't know exactly what I'm expecting from her, maybe some level of engagement with the world?
  
  The whole book, I just kept thinking that everyone needed to get a job. I'm not usually a "you need to get a real job" person, but in this case, I think some contact with reality is warranted. Also, the kids should move to Chicago.
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  Peggy

  I was so excited to read another Anne Lamott book; I've been a fan since Hard Laughter. What a disappointment this book was! One would THINK it would be about her first grandchild; but, no, it was all about Anne and the bag of neuroses she drags around. Yes, she had an unhappy childhood. Many people did. At 55, it's time to move on ...
  
  She does adore her family and her writing is wonderful. However, I felt like I was stuck in an elevator with Debbie Downer.
  
  If she were my mother/mother-in-law, I'd be beyond annoyed by her boundary issues. The section of the book describing her unhappiness regarding the church where her grandson might be baptized was just too much. She was in a total funk because it might be at a church other than her own. I wanted to reach into the pages, tap her on the shoulder, and say, "Hey! NOT your decision, and the first of MANY decisions that are not yours to make."
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  Deb (Readerbuzz) Nance

  I’ve been following Anne Lamott’s life since she had her son and published Operating Instructions, a book about all the struggles and difficulties and amazing experiences she had as a single mother. I followed Lamott through Bird by Bird, a book that is sold as a writing instruction manual, but that is really more of Anne Lamott’s life. I pursued Lamott through Traveling Mercies, a book about her unexpected dive into Christian spirituality, and continued through Plan B and Grace (Eventually), a succession of essays, mostly about Lamott’s faith. I wandered along with Lamott when I discovered she also wrote fiction, but I soon realized that I liked Lamott as a nonfiction rather than a fiction writer and abandoned that dirt trail.
  
  And now here I am, pretty far down the road with Lamott, friends, really, at this point, and here she is, Some Assembly Required, and she has become a grandmother. Her young son, nineteen, has become a father, quite unexpectedly, and Lamott is once again forced to abruptly shift her focus in life to this new child and the new family that has been created around this new life.
  
  You can see that I am not going to be able to give you much of an objective view of this book. I like Lamott’s nonfiction, so you can bet that I am going to like this book, too. Lamott tells the story of her son’s journey into fatherhood, and shares her frequent moments of Lamott collapse-of-control during some of the scarier moments, and allows her son and her grandson’s mother to pop in now and then with commentary of their own. It’s a jumble of a book, really, and if you aren’t a Lamott fan or if you haven’t become a grandmother yourself or if you consider yourself to be Pretty Put Together most of the time, well, Lamott might get on your nerves a bit…Lamott can be pretty crazy at times. On the other hand, if you have loved Lamott in the past, I think you will find it in yourself to forgive her lapses that pop up in this book now and then and you will love this book too.
  
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  Doreen

  A sweet, careful gem of a book, I believe it's a worthy read for any grandparent. Anne Lamott is honest about her neuroses and shortcomings, and the reliance she puts on faith to help see her through the unexpected pregnancy of her young son's girlfriend and their joint efforts to raise and love the baby. Most importantly, she accepts great personal responsibility for how she chooses to behave, an inspirational trait for any circumstance, and tries to be understanding of others' personal motivations. I didn't necessarily agree with some of what she did -- mostly, I think, due to a generational gap -- but it's like when a good friend does something you wouldn't do but probably won't lead her to any real harm, e.g. name her kid something God-awful, i.e. none of my damn business. And that's the real message of the book to grandparents, that sometimes, maybe even a lot of times, you have to step back and just let your kids raise their kids.
  
  Which isn't to say that this book contains lessons only for grandparents. Ms Lamott is wise about the ways of parenting in general, and while I'm quoting from the proofs, I hope these next two passages make their way intact to the published version:
  
  1. "The job of a good parent is to be dispensable... It's not morally right to make yourself indispensable."
  
  2. "I have tried to accept for twenty years that [my son] is not an extension of me, that children have their own autonomous existence, and that parents have the moral obligation to help them discover this."
  
  I'd never read any of Ms Lamott's work before this book, but had heard good things. Her writing isn't the most lyrical, but the plain-spoken fashion of her prose makes it that much more accessible. She is definitely an author worthy of a wide audience, and I'm glad I finally got to know that first-hand.
  
  I received this book gratis as part of ELLE Magazine's ELLE's Lettres Jurors' Prize program.
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  Stephanie

  I'm really not sure what star rating to give this book. I would say that about 70% of it I ADORED - and when I started it, I really thought I was going to love the whole thing unconditionally.
  
  About 15% of the book, though, especially in the travel sections (as she spends time on vacation in different parts of the world), didn't seem to particularly fit the rest of the book, thematically - and the section in India, in particular, I found kind of painful. It really felt like it was taking a LONG time to read, filled with exoticism and Lamott trying to understand the spiritual nature of an entire country in a two-week trip, based on nothing but her own observations and the feedback of an American traveling companion (who'd spent a lot of time in India, but still). Honestly, that section would get a really low rating from me.
  
  There was also one particular joke earlier in the book that was so carelessly ethnically insensitive (about gypsies) that I cringed and couldn't enjoy that (otherwise excellent) section of the book nearly as much as I would have otherwise.
  
  However...
  
  There's a beautiful clarity to Anne Lamott's writing, when she's writing about herself and her family and circle of friends. There's something about the way she lays out her insecurities and neuroses so clearly that makes her writing incredibly relate-able and life-affirming, even for someone like me who doesn't share a lot of her personal interests or religious outlook.
  
  She's also really, really funny and wry in her descriptions of interactions with the people she loves, especially when they go really awkwardly. The way she describes her fluctuating relationship with her daughter-in-law is just gorgeously human and relatable, and she writes so well that I could see and sympathize with both sides perfectly, even when they were fighting. And as a parent, I just genuinely enjoyed reading about her grandson growing through his first year, described in loving detail.
  
  There were parts of this book that I didn't even like a bit, but then I absolutely loved over half of it - and I'll definitely come back to it again in the future, when I have grandchildren of my own.
  
  So, this is definitely a mixed review (and if I hadn't received an ARC specifically FOR review, I might not have posted it at all)...but then, I really am glad to have read the book. I just won't be re-reading this one as often as I've re-read her other books in the past (and when I do re-read it, there are a couple of sections that I'll skip).
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  Aileen

  I come to Anne Lamott as a fan and faithful reader. Her past books have been mordantly funny and self-deprecating. She recognized her self-absorption, and seemed to have built herself a great network of friends who would willingly, gently puncture her self-absorption.
  
  I don't know what happened.
  
  This book disappointed me in so many ways. Her black-humored self-absorption seems in this book to have turned into epic narcissism. And yet she's self-aware enough to recognize it as narcissism and offer a tossed-off recovery cliche or Jesus thingy at the end of yet another story of her own bad behavior, as if that makes it okay.
  
  What really made me infuriated while reading this is that she has apparently made her son a hostage to her neediness and self-interest. That he goes along with it is just sad. He's got Stockholm Syndrome, bad. I hope he has a very, very good therapist on speed dial.
  
  Throughout, she tries (subtly, and not-so-subtly) to paint Amy (her grandson's mother) as a monster of selfishness for -- oh my god -- wanting her son to know his mother's family, for traveling with him to another part of the country. How DARE Amy want to be with her family? How DARE she do what she sees fit to do for her own child and deprive saintly Anne of this infant's company? Frankly, Amy comes off better in this book than Lamott herself does.
  
  Look, I get it. Anne Lamott's earlier memoirs of child-rearing were funny and touching and real. She's pretty much the only Christian I can stand to read (Frank Schaefer is another). But Sam is a grown-up now, and she needs to stop milking his story and making it all about her.
  
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  Susan

  This is what I agree with Anne Lamott about- being a grandparent is the best thing in the world. It is a job that only requires you love another person unconditionally. You are not responsible for them. You don't have to discipline them, give them guidelines and boundaries. Your only job is to love them and give them a safe haven.
  
  That being said, I could not live in my child's pocket the way she does. Is it because it was just her and her son? I had four children so I would have completely lost my mind trying to micromanage them the way she does her only son. I can understand she had real and valid concerns for her son, Sam, becoming a father at 20 but she just goes too far.
  
  As the memoir goes on, I grow to dislike her a little. She lets his life overtake hers. There were many examples of her trying to bribe the children to stay close to her. She interviews them which would really have put me off. When the mother takes the grandchild to visit her family, Lamott quizzes her son about how she expects the child to have changed in his absence. Please give him a chance to breath.
  
  I read this for my book club and it will certainly lead to some interesting discussions.
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  Jennifer

  I read an interview where Anne Lamott says that Some Assembly Required is her favorite book she has ever written. It tells the story of her nineteen year old son becoming a father and gives an account of the first year of his son’s life. She writes tenderly about her enormous love for her grandson and writes honestly about her strong urge to hop in and control this sometimes precarious situation. I can relate to how she describes the urge to control things through the veil of making suggestions or offering “help” in the form of her "wonderful ideas". She writes about how hard it is to refrain from doing that-
  
  “Everything was coming together by coming apart . . . It is the most difficult Zen practice to leave people to their destiny, even though it's painful - just loving them, and breathing with them, and distracting them in a sweet way, and laughing with them . . . if something was not my problem, I probably did not have the solution.”
  
  Anne Lamott is like Dumbledore of spiritual life writing. When I read her books, I recognize a very similar flavor of my own particular brand of crazy. I hear the neurotic things I say to myself in my own head all the time and that alone is comforting: To read your own crazy mind outside of your own crazy mind. But Anne Lamott has been crazy for a little longer and she is lot better at it than I am. She also has some peace and perspective that I can’t quite get to when left to my own devices. She doesn’t take herself very seriously and this is a huge step to stopping the crazy train. She has humor and tenderness and wisdom and acceptance of herself that makes her neurosis seem soft and pliable, whereas inside my own head I feel like I’m just doomed and probably going to be committed any day now. So I see a picture of myself, but it's bathed in hope and faith rather than angst and self-loathing. It’s like someone is looking over my shoulder when I’m in a crazy-making space and is very kindly and gently suggesting something simple and obvious to bring back down to earth.
  In her own words: “I recognize the divinity in you, but actually more like, I recognize our each-otherness, instantly”
  
  
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  Deb

  I wanted to love this book. I love Anne Lamott--her self-deprecating humor, her love for Jesus, her body issues. I love seeing her in person when she does readings of her books. But I just don't like this book. She's supposedly struggling with her son becoming a father at a very young age but I'm not sure there was much of a struggle nice she fell in love with young Jax the second he was born. The biggest struggle seems to be to keep her mouth shut. And I know from personal experience that challenge, but it's hardly enough to write a book about.
  
  The story seemed to drift along on Annie's navel gazing and selfpity, but never diving in very deep. And the words about Amy, the mother, seemed to be guarded at best. Perhaps the story isn't really finished yet. Perhaps a few more years to let the real-life story develop and to reflect on it and grow as people would have given us a memoir we could sink our teeth into a little deeper. A story that would lead us in truth and humor. In the meantime, I'll still look up to Annie, laugh at her Facebook posts, and hope that she hits the mark with her next book.
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  Laura

  Anne Lamott made me want to be a better writer. She used such off the wall introspection about her first year of "grandmotherhood" that I was hooked. I have an 8-month-old and loved every glimpse into "a day in the life of baby Jax" because I related so well.
  
  She's just a hilarious storyteller. Like stand up comedy, in print.
  
  It seems like this book got a lot of negative feedback due to the author writing quite a lot about herself when she promised a journal of her son's first son. I can understand that, but I knew nothing of her before picking this up, so I lucked out. I somehow assumed she would talk a lot about herself unless she was raising the baby herself. How much can a grandma write about one baby without filling in the gaps with her own life?
  
  She and I have very different beliefs, political views, lifestyles and choices of irate expressions, but I absolutely LOVED how this woman told her story and plan to study her writing style in more detail.
  
  Probably would have gotten five stars had it not been for the obscenities, but to each his own.
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  Donald

  Yes, I can understand why some reviewers seem to have been turned off by Anne Lamott's sometimes unflattering self-revelation. At times the obsessiveness can be wearying. But it is exactly her gift for stepping outside herself enough to describe what is going on in her head and heart in frank and often outrageously funny terms that endears me to her. She is something of a mess, but aren't we all? Facing up to that with warmth, humor, inquisitiveness and faith makes life an adventure. Her son and grandson enjoy a tremendous gift in having her a part of their lives as she wrestles mightily to balance her needs with theirs. Those who sanctimoniously judge her for the quality of her struggle and inner dialogue probably need to compassionately look a little deeper at themselves.
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  Marta

  I won this book through "Goodreads" but am sad to say that the excitement ended shortly after this book arrived at my doorstep.
  
  While I shouldn't be disappointed at the home-written journal writing style (it says "Journal" in the title doesn't?) I frankly was. The writing was simplistic and the 'plot' lacked insight and that special touch that kept me wanting to read on...
  I have to be honest that I lost steam midway through.
  
  I really enjoy reading about different characters, learning to see the world through their eyes etc. That is part of the magic of reading, sadly this book had me neither interested nor empathetic...
  Maybe it just wasn't my cup of tea...
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  Janet

  If you're hoping for another Operating Instructions experience this is not it. Classic Lamott-isms but this story is not hers to tell - it belongs to her son and his girlfriend. Heard Lamott speak last week where she revealed that her publisher was responsible for pushing the idea of this book which she initially turned down because she thought it would be "exploitative" - she was right and should have stuck to her guns.
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  Molly

  Let's get this straight: this wasn't a journal of her son's first son. This was a journal of neuroses, mostly of becoming a grandmother, but also of controlling others' lives and trying to keep that patter tamped down as best she could. I might have been charmed had I not read it as a mother with young children myself, which put me in a different perspective.
  
  I read Operating Instructions a bit before I was pregnant with #1 and appreciated it, and now I'm reading this a bit before I have #2 and all I can think is: I am so grateful my mother and mother-in-law are not like this. Or, if they are, they have the wonderful grace to keep it to themselves and support me and my husband fully in the parenting choices we make, foolish or not.
  
  This book was, instead, about Anne Lamott trying very desperately to keep her shit together as she watches her son and his baby-mama fight and deal with the pull of one (the mother) to her family in Chicago. I imagine her as an angry squirrel, shaking her fists at the young adults raising this little boy. (And I took some offense to her not-so-subtle nudges for Amy to get a job--to me, that was a cut against stay-at-home-mamas and the legitimacy of that choice.)
  
  And though not nearly as entertaining as other Lamott books, there were still some early moments that made me snort:
  
  Yet having a child ends any feelings of complacency one might ever have, and I knew what Sam was in for. It was like having a terminal illness but in a good way. (7)
  
  And how could such a voluminous waste come out of such a tiny vessel? It would be as if a newborn kitten shat a whole haggis. (18)
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  Em

  Impossible to put down. Lamott writes clearly, beautifully, with self-deprecation, humor and raw, painful honesty. She does not sugarcoat or idealize, ever, but she is attuned to the beauty of the divine leaking through this messed-up world. The crossroads between these two makes for a vision of heavenly grace stripped of sentimentality, which is to say, heavenly grace. Reading her accounts of the heartbreakingly lovely quotidian makes me more attuned to the little blessings in my own life. "Nature is the greatest solace," she writes, and I would add people close behind.
  
  I also enjoyed the way this book is structured. Anne's own reflections are interspersed with phone interviews with her son, emails from her daughter-in-law and son, and interactions with sundry friends. It's certainly changed the way I think about what comprises a "journal," and I can't wait to include excerpts from texts, emails, and reviews like this in my own journal.
  
  Reading Lamott makes me feel freer and more human. I don't know if that's a paradox. I feel freer to be human, to make mistakes and know, without any doubt, that I am loved, to revel in the arms of those who love me, to know that in the hardest, most poisonous throes of snaky emotions like jealously and paranoia and fear, that there is an unshakeable, yet fluid Core buoying me up.
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  Renee

  In Some Assembly Required, Anne Lamott enters a new and unexpected chapter of her own life: grandmotherhood.
  
  Stunned to learn that her son, Sam, is about to become a father at nineteen, Lamott begins a journal about the first year of her grandson Jax's life.
  
  I listened to this book on audio read by the author (with snippets from her son Son) writes about the complex feelings that Jax fosters in her, recalling her own experiences with Sam when she was a single mother. Over the course of the year, the rhythms of life, death, family, and friends unfold in surprising and joyful ways.
  
  I am not overly familiar with Anne Lamott but her voice is one of the most authentic and true voices I have heard in a long time. She has a brutal honesty about herself and her life that is both self-depreciating, and genuine;all told with a wicked sense of humor.
  
  I could have done without the over thinking and the overindulgence of the greatness of Jax told ad nauseum by Sam. What parent doesn’t think their baby is the second coming but some things are left better unsaid. Or at least not said over and over.
  
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  Laurie Davis

  I wanted so badly to love this book. I have loved all of Anne Lamott's non-fiction, and have some interest in the particular subject matter of this one, and was so interested to get to know Sam as a young adult. But, unfortunately, I found it tedious. It really just needed more editing, I think. Tiny little sections, over and over again, about feeling very needy for the baby and for some sense control in the situation, were just too many. I loved the journals of India, but kept trying to figure out how they connected to the story of Jax -- I just don't think this was the home for those. Very often an intriguing thought would come out and I would wish it would be fleshed out, but it wasn't. And there really wasn't as much of Sam's contribution as I'd expected (and wanted). All that being said, it's incredibly bold, honest, and heart-wrenching. It's often funny, too. I do love Anne Lamott's writing and insight. If I weren't comparing it to her other works - some of which I have read over and over again - I might have loved it more.
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  Gregg

  I just love Anne Lamott! She's one of my favorite writers. I always enjoy her nonfiction work much more than her fiction, and I always recommend listening to her books read by her.
  
  This book deals with her son Sam's becoming a father, while still just a teenager himself, and her becoming a grandmother at an unexpectedly early age. Well, needless to say, she falls in love with her new grandson Jax at first sight. Then comes the challenge of letting her son and his girlfriend parent the new baby without her well-meaning intervention. One of the big themes of this book is letting go of one's child as he enters adulthood. Some reviewers complain that this book deals too much with Anne's own insecurities and anxieties, but that's what makes Anne's books so raw and honest. As one friend tells her in the book, "We all enjoy stories of your hysteria and shallowness." I know I do. Few authors make me laugh out loud like Lamott, and then she blindsides you with some wonderful insight or word of wisdom. I can't wait to hear the next chapter in the story of Nana Lamott.
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  Teresa

  I'm a big fan of Lamott's non-fiction and this did not disappoint. I particularly like how she lays out all her petty, messy little thoughts that we ALL have, but don't necessarily act upon. She's sarcastic, witty and profound.
  
  Here is some profound advice from her Jesuit friend Tom on what to do when we feel powerless over the actions, or inactions of those we care about:
  
  "so we breathe in, and out, talk to friends as needed. We show up, wear clean underwear, say hello to strangers. We plant bulbs, and pick up litter, knowing there will be more in twenty minutes. We pray that we might cooperate with ANY flicker of light we can find in the world."
  
  I always end up feeling a little less alone in the world after reading anything by Lamott.
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  Terry ~ Huntress of Erudition

  I picked up this book because, like the author, my 20 year old son unexpectedly became a father and his son is almost a year old now. I thought it would be interesting to read about her experience as a grandmother and the first year of her grandson's life, but it was more like a journal about her.
  It is interestingly written, but there were whole chapters about her trips to Europe and India which I felt were kind of self centered and irrelevant. I have not read her earlier books, one of which was her experience as a single mother, so I guess I expected something different.
  I kind of like her writing, so I may read another book by her and have a different opinion.
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  Joan Winnek

  Wonderful. I always love Anne Lamott.
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  Mary K

  One of Lamott’s best books although does she ever not soar in her writing? I might have taken off a half star for the interviews because they interrupt the flow and I always hate it when writers insert any kind of “journal” style of writing. It isn’t that her son isn’t funny in his own right, as well as a good writer - he is - but I did wish it could have been worked in in another way. No matter, it was a fabulous book with sparking writing and wonderful wit and Lamott’s hilarious self-revelation.
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  Jane

  I love Anne Lamott's books, and I think my favorite so far was Operating Instructions, a journal of her son's first year. This book is a journal of this son's son's first year...her grandson't first year. She fills it with Jax, the grandson, interviews with Sam, her son, and observations from Amy, Jax's mom. My husband David is away, taking care of his dad in California. So I am alone and have room to be loving and generous; it's pretty easy when I'm not called on to be genuinely, actually either loving or generous. Anne Lamott's book makes me think I could actually be this way with David in the house, or while teaching in Middle School. I love her writing. She is so funny and self-deprecating and she undercuts her self-deprecation by being utterly wonderful but not talking much about that.
  
  Anne returns home from India, her beloved uncle, Millard dies and she is distraught but writes, "I had no choice but to feed the animals, walk the dogs get my work done, help take care of Jax, talk to friends and be in what was true. It's always the same old problem: how to find ourselves in the great yammering of ego and tragedy and discomfort and obsession with everyone else's destinies. (162)
  
  Lamott is also an amazing explainer of everything--not just family life. Near the end of the book she's visiting Helsinki with a her good friend Tom and she's describing how the Greek Orthodox and Latin church got into a huge fight because the Latin church wanted to change their "Creed" and say the Holy Spirit proceeds from the Father and the Son. The Greek Orthodox Church said this was heretical. The Holy Spirit proceeds from the Father, end of story.
  
  Anne writes, " The Greek Orthodox Church maintained that this was change, therefore heretical. The latin Church thought of it as clarification. Everyone became fanatical, and if you disagreed with other people's understanding, then they got to kill you. This is all very modern, very Sarah Palin."
  
  And the way she writes about wanting to change Sam and Amy so that they are kinder to each other, don't argue in front of Jax, be who she wants them to be...well, duh, isn't that being human is? Doesn't each of us want to set the agenda, in teacher terms, "the goals for the year" and wouldn't everyone be smart just to go along and work for that A?
  
  I want everyone who is a new mother or grandmother, or father or grandfather to read this book. I have friends I know will love it so I am telling them I will buy it for them and they are saying they will get it themselves. And I guess that's Lamott's point. I can try to make everyone read and love this book as much as I do, or I can mention that I am loving it and let them read it or not. I read a library copy and now I am going to buy it (or wait for the paperback) and read it when I need to, which is pretty often, so I can remind myself of how I felt as I saw myself in her stories. I can't help but end by saying, "You really ought to read it. I don't know anyone who wouldn't see themselves in Anne. Or maybe, I don't know anyone who ought to see themselves in Anne ...even if they aren't yet able to.
  
  If you're not convinced, another passage:
  
  I told Bonnie I could not bear the pain that Sam was in and would face the next few weeks. She wondered if I didn’t think I could bear my own pain. She said that Sam was strong, spiritual and very, very busy. So I asked, the good part of my pain would be…?She said, “You’ve got to learn to let go and let your children fall, and fail. If you try to protect them from hurt, and always rush to their side wth Band-Aids, they won’t learn about life, and what is true, what works, what helps, and what are real consequences of certain kinds of behavior. When they do get hurt, which they will, they won’t know how to take care of their grown selves. They won’t even know where the aspirin is kept.