Sedaris’s early diary entries are interesting from a historical perspective, and are occasionally mildly amusing, but as the years go on, his life really blossoms, his observations get sharper and wittier, and the book becomes hilarious.  Tales of hitchhiking and menial jobs in his 20s, meeting his boyfriend, homophobia and bigotry, struggles with alcoholism, adjusting to New York, international travel tales, learning to speak French, his crazy family… it’s all there.  The diary entries stop in 2002, when he’s 46.  I’m assuming there’s another entire volume’s worth just waiting to be edited and published, and I can’t wait to read it.