I was so disappointed in this. I'm surprised Dumas has been able to make a living as a writer, because, while she has wonderful material to start with, she doesn't seem to know what to do with it. There's no grace to her writing, no artistry. She relates each story as though she's telling it to a friend she just bumped into in the grocery store, complete with backtracks and repeats as she tries to fill in the details. Towards the end of the book, she does seem to attempt to provide some moral to some of her stories, something the reader can relate to and take with them, particularly if the story was poignant. Generally, though, I was left thinking, "Oh, that's nice," and moved on. It doesn't help that during the first part of the book, she moves back and forth in time and place, so you never have a sense of reference. She and her father get pulled over by the police -- what country?? How old is she?? It's another stumbling block in attempting to relate. Several of her stories are so outrageous that I suspect she made them up. One just can't believe some people could be so ridiculous. Is she and her family a typical example of what Iran produces with it's superior schooling and discipline?
I was also greatly offended by her assessment of the United States, or as she routinely refers to it, "America". Considering how long she's lived here now, she should know better than to try to make generalizations. But she repeatedly applies her single experience to the entire nation, and usually in an unfavorable light. In fact, the whole first half of the book is less a compilation of stories and more a list of complaints, generally finding the U.S. lacking. She comes across as bitter and angry, poorly disguised in so-called humor. Her LACK of global perspective, in fact, is evident in the chapter about food. While she acknowledges that each culture has food items other cultures might find odd, she has the audacity to state, "And if you're ever lucky enough to be invited to an Iranian's home, you never have to worry about weird food, since we use only beef, lamb, fish, and chicken." Is this sarcasm? If so, it's a rare incident of it for her, and the reader has no reason to make that assumption. Later in the same chapter, she talks about sheep's head and feet soup. Nothing weird about that. (Yes, that was sarcasm.)
I did not find this book funny. It reminded me of some of the papers I wrote in college, attempting to be funny. In other words, it sounds like the work of an amateur. It's a quick read, like something in the "Young Adult" category, so I wouldn't say it's a waste of time, but at $15 I would say it's a waste of money.
Full disclosure: I lived several years in pre-revolutionary Iran.