You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Dead

You'll Be Sorry When I'm DeadChances are you will already have an opinion of Marieke Hardy, and it may be that you love her or you hate her, or like me you really couldn’t care less.

I read You’ll Be Sorry When I’m Dead in a few hours, not because I really wanted to know what makes her tick, but, well to be honest, I got a copy from the publisher, and we were talking about putting it in our Christmas Catalogue – so I thought I’d give it a go and see what it was like.

So, I’ve read it, and yes there were funny bits. Did it make me think gosh my childhood was 100% normal, yes, and did the references to all the ‘cool’ people she knows and all the ‘cool’ things they used to do make me like her more, no. Do I feel a better person for reading it, no. Would I read it again, No. Would I recommend it to others? That is where I’m stuck – I just don’t know.

I guess I don’t see the point of this book – she hasn’t done anything completely amazing (sure if you love her feel free to correct me), it isn’t a bigoraphy of ‘triumph over adversity’, it’s not completely “really??” (aka in the style of Augusten Burroughs), and she isn’t old and/or dying.

Writing this now is making me actually like the book even less. Marieke is a smart lady, and has made a very strategic move to cement her position on the Australian comment scene (there is a whole chapter in this book about ‘Women of Letters’ event, which coincidentally was released as a book  in October).

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So in summary – read this if you like her, read this if you hate her, read it if you really have nothing else to do.

 

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