I love David Sedaris, but I am so glad he is not in my family. Nothing is sacred for Sedaris, and he shares family stories and his inner monologues with bold honesty. He shares silly stories about his childhood, but isn't scared to tell his readers how the older siblings tried to convince the youngest to get hit by a car, just to make their mom feel guilty about making them play outside in the snow. He is brutally honest about a time he took advantage of his schoolmate's ignorance about homosexuality for his own personal gain, and he shares his sadness over his sister's mental illness. Most of these things could be sad, some border on horrible, but he is so sarcastically funny about it all. I would listen to him tell me about pretty much anything that ever happened in his whole life. I don't know if he has had a more interesting life than the rest of us, or if he is just great at putting a fun spin on it, but his stories are the best.
In a collection of essays, the Rooster gets married at an uproarious wedding, an estrangement occurs over a rubber vs. plastic debate, and the author gets the upper hand during a slumber party game of strip poker.