Was not fond of this book at all. She had thanked the mother of her grandson for allowing her to "write her (the young mother's) story." But really she didn't. Lamott wrote her own selfish, needy version of what she thought was her grandson's mother's story. I am glad Lamott is not my son's grandmother.

I liked this, as I like so much of Lamott's memoir writing. I didn't enjoy the parts in Sam's voice so much - perhaps because they felt forced to me. It seemed like he knew he was going to be quoted for a book, and the parts he "wrote" seemed oddly shoved in. But Lamott's parts - which are the main story - gave a wonderful glimpse into grandparenthood.

Funny and insightful, in the true Lamott form, and a fascinating follow up to Operating Instructions.

A bit over the top and nuts at times, but then that reassures the readers that we are OK in comparison. And she certainly gets some things right-as usual!

I love Anne Lamott's writing and her personal account of becoming a grandmother. There were elements of the story I wanted to hear more about, but I was grateful to hear what she wanted to tell.

Few can describe the countless ways we make ourselves crazy trying control what we cannot or have no business trying to control in as honest, funny and familiar a way as Anne Lamott.

Memoir, non-fiction. This book covers the first year of her experiences with her grandson, in journal style, documenting her own personal journey. Full of her wonderful self-depreciating language, smart analogies and observations. I enjoyed the book for her frank explorations of the anxiety, happiness, and at times anger and jealousy she felt in her relationships with her family members and friends.

Enjoyable, but not her best. For me, it was a book to skim and dip into, not swim in its depths and re-read, as with Operating Instructions.