This would be a bad caricature of a hip, smarmy (early) McSweeney's book, except it was published by (early) McSweeney's. ( )

How this book manages to contain itself in Fusselman's open and engaging tone is a pleasant mystery. The writing is absolutely effortless, which is, of course, the hardest thing to do. Worth it for the restraint despite all appearance to the contrary. ( )

This is a really beautiful, small book about a woman whose father is dying at the same time she is having a difficult time trying to conceive a child. The heartbreaking-ness is interspersed with excerpts from her father's WWII Navy diary. It is a really pretty and sweet book, from the usually pretty great McSweeney's. ( )

The author’s dad had been a Purser-Pharmacist's Mate on a World War II ship. He is now dying of emphysema as the author attempts to become pregnant. Moving back and forth in time between her dad's war-time diary and her present situation, the author tells of her experiences in a sweet, dreamy fashion. Her musings seem to be her interpretation of the comings and goings of life. Even the chapter numbers reflect her thoughts. The story and ideas expressed within this small volume afternoon are perfect reading for one short and carefree afternoon. ( )

http://www.bookcrossing.com/journal/3258491 ( )