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Are You Kidding Me?! Chronicles of an Ordinary Life
For the first time, bestselling novelist, columnist, and humorist Lesley Crewe’s finest newspaper columns are collected in one place.
Not merely razor sharp, Lesley’s wit is also ocean wide, taking in everything from the humiliations of breast pumping to the indignities of aging, from the frantic excess of holiday preparations to the homey irritations of a long marriage.
As precise in her observations as Jane Austen and as fractious on occasion as Oscar the Grouch, Crewe also has a sweet, tender centre, taking us from a hearty laugh to a good cry in a single paragraph. Readers will relate to Crewe’s ache at missing her mom, her nostalgia for her childhood, her frustrations at raising teenagers, and her impatience for terrible parking lot etiquette in equal measure. The book spans sixteen years’ worth of columns for The Cape Bretoner Magazine, Cahoots Magazine, and The Chronicle Herald.
Are You Kidding Me?! is a side-splitting, heartwarming, Cape Breton–flavoured celebration of the little things.
Not merely razor sharp, Lesley’s wit is also ocean wide, taking in everything from the humiliations of breast pumping to the indignities of aging, from the frantic excess of holiday preparations to the homey irritations of a long marriage.
As precise in her observations as Jane Austen and as fractious on occasion as Oscar the Grouch, Crewe also has a sweet, tender centre, taking us from a hearty laugh to a good cry in a single paragraph. Readers will relate to Crewe’s ache at missing her mom, her nostalgia for her childhood, her frustrations at raising teenagers, and her impatience for terrible parking lot etiquette in equal measure. The book spans sixteen years’ worth of columns for The Cape Bretoner Magazine, Cahoots Magazine, and The Chronicle Herald.
Are You Kidding Me?! is a side-splitting, heartwarming, Cape Breton–flavoured celebration of the little things.
246 pages, Paperback
Published September 30, 2019
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Lesley Crewe
18 books739 followersLesley grew up in Montreal, PQ. After graduating from Concordia University with a degree in English and Education, she and her hubby settled down in Homeville, Cape Breton and raised a family.
From 2000-2005, Lesley was a features writer and columnist (Home Fires) for Cape Bretoner Magazine, and from 2005-2009, a columnist (Lesley's Letters) with the on-line magazine, Cahoots.
In 2005 her first novel, Relative Happiness, was published by Vagrant Press, the fiction imprint of Nimbus Publishing. It was an instant bestseller, and was shortlisted for the Margaret and John Savage First Book Award. She has since written nine other novels.
In 2012, Relative Happiness was optioned for film, and in 2014, Lesley's characters came to life on the big screen. The movie was produced by Wreckhouse Productions, directed by Deanne Foley, and stars Australian Melissa Bergland (Winners and Losers), and homegrown Canadian talent like Susan Kent (This Hour has 22 Minutes), Jonathan Torrens (Mr. D, Trailer Park Boys), and Rob Welles (Trailer Park Boys).
From 2000-2005, Lesley was a features writer and columnist (Home Fires) for Cape Bretoner Magazine, and from 2005-2009, a columnist (Lesley's Letters) with the on-line magazine, Cahoots.
In 2005 her first novel, Relative Happiness, was published by Vagrant Press, the fiction imprint of Nimbus Publishing. It was an instant bestseller, and was shortlisted for the Margaret and John Savage First Book Award. She has since written nine other novels.
In 2012, Relative Happiness was optioned for film, and in 2014, Lesley's characters came to life on the big screen. The movie was produced by Wreckhouse Productions, directed by Deanne Foley, and stars Australian Melissa Bergland (Winners and Losers), and homegrown Canadian talent like Susan Kent (This Hour has 22 Minutes), Jonathan Torrens (Mr. D, Trailer Park Boys), and Rob Welles (Trailer Park Boys).
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August 6, 2022
This is the 8th book by Lesley Crewe that I have read in the past year since reading my first by her, Beholden (her 10th publication). There is no question that I am a fan and will continue to read her backlist and also anything new she releases. She sums up her writing style in her introduction to this collection of essays in this way: “When you write about ordinary things, people understand you.”
December 18, 2019
I think Lesley Crewe would just be a wonderful person to know. An Everywoman from Cape Breton, she seems down-to-earth and genuine. This is a collection of columns she wrote for a Halifax paper, a quick read with humourous observations!
September 12, 2024
6 hours
Are You Kidding Me?! is a collection of the finest of Leslie Crewe’s newspaper columns. The book spans sixteen years’ worth of columns for The Cape Bretoner Magazine, Cahoots Magazine and The Chronicle Herald.
I totally enjoyed listening to Leslie Crewe read her words. Some columns made me laugh, while others were more serious.
Are You Kidding Me?! is a side-splitting, heartwarming, Cape Breton-flavoured celebration of little things. I highly recommend the audio version.
5 stars
Are You Kidding Me?! is a collection of the finest of Leslie Crewe’s newspaper columns. The book spans sixteen years’ worth of columns for The Cape Bretoner Magazine, Cahoots Magazine and The Chronicle Herald.
I totally enjoyed listening to Leslie Crewe read her words. Some columns made me laugh, while others were more serious.
Are You Kidding Me?! is a side-splitting, heartwarming, Cape Breton-flavoured celebration of little things. I highly recommend the audio version.
5 stars
February 19, 2023
Fun, relatable short stories
*audiobook
*audiobook
August 12, 2024
Laugh out loud funny. So relatable!
June 28, 2021
Lesley Crewe has been writing all her life. She started when she was a young girl using her journals and diaries as a way of helping her make sense of the world. Later in life she became an award-winning novelist, writing about people and places from her Cape Breton home.
This book is a compilation of her work over sixteen years as a columnist for the Cape Bretoner Magazine, Cohoots Magazine and The Chronicle Herald. The writing spans a period of almost forty years, including the twenty she spent raising her family. These are short essays, pieces that celebrate things we all know, understand and talk about, but are rarely recorded on paper. They include funny stories about young married life, raising a family, being a writer and the simple joys and problems of navigating life in this modern world. Crewe writes to her readers as if she is sitting at their kitchen table drinking coffee and having a chat. People feel they know her as she talks about what she thinks, what bugs her, what she can’t stand and what she loves. They detail a life with honesty, admitting it has sometimes been difficult, but also feels blessed by a wonderful husband and family. These pieces are not just comical moments about life, she also includes deeper moments when she spends a few philosophical moments reminding her readers what life is all about. It is that combination of whimsy, honesty and philosophy that has earned her so many loyal readers over the years.
Crewe has compiled her articles into several themed chapters covering everything from her experience as a young mother to coping with a growing family, weathering her husband’s health crisis and living in a changing world where even the food on your plate may be something you don’t recognize or can't even pronounce.
As a new mother, Crewe struggled to learn how to breast feed her first child, eventually depending on a breast pump to get started. She writes about seeing that miserable contraption for the first time and how her entire breast was almost sucked down the collecting tube when a physician unexpectedly entered her room and she pushed the speed control on the machine rather than the on/off switch. Amidst the hub bub, only the doctor had the presence of mind to turn the thing off and what followed was the comic process of trying to retrieve her pound of flesh from the dreaded thing that was ready to suck the life out of her.
She describes the common anxiety experienced by every parent during the dreaded parent child interviews at school, when teacher and parent dance around the issue of how the child is doing. Both become locked in a battle of wills, trying to be polite without being hurtful and truthful without being offensive. During this contrived conversation both parent and teacher are silently wishing they could say what they mean and mean what they say.
In the section on pet peeves, she describes what it is like being inside for months during a Canadian winter when everyone complains about everything and even the smallest things can set her on edge. Like how she finds pens and pencils everywhere when she dusts and vacuums, but which magically disappear when the phone rings and she needs them. She questions why she is the only one in the house who knows how to fold towels, the ones always left hanging limp over the shower curtain or in a heap on the floor. And she moans the fact no one ever closes anything, from chip bags to shampoos bottles, cupboards to toothpaste; no one seems to notice them except her.
She describes the challenges of raising growing children and the hoopla over semi formal dances that are now part of graduating from elementary school. There is the crazy rush trying to find the perfect strapless bra or sparkly hair clip, ultimately topped off by her daughter’s choice of shoes which look more like army boots, suitable if you are into leather and whips.
And then there’s the warning she gets from her daughter about the tattoo, the one she got that she is about to put on FACEBOOK. Coming from a generation that only knows tattoos as something old Navy guys got of badly drawn pictures of Betty Grable or a heart with “Mother” written in the middle of it, she is aghast. These were the type of people who were not to be trusted, the kind who belonged to motorcycle gangs. She ponders her response…………she doesn’t mind tattoos on other people……but on HER daughter? She understands it is really none of her business, but she can’t help her distaste. After all she is still a Mum.
In one very funny vignette she describes a simple plan to take down some tired, faded, dusty curtains and everything that happens from that simple act, from knocking over the good china and various doodads to scaring the cat. She questions the great landscape that take up the new kitchens these days with their open concept, wondering just how big that space really needs to be. The way things are going, these kitchens have islands so big they will soon boast their own postal codes. She knows she really doesn’t want to be rid of all her walls. It would mean so much loss of privacy. Guests would see her cooking dinner and might not want to eat, especially when they see her drop something on the floor, rescue it and throw it back in the pot. And they would also have a great view inside her kitchen cupboards which are always in a sorry state. She even questions the charm in having to walk a mile around a kitchen just to pour yourself a bowl of cereal. The world she says, needs to stay small and cozy.
Crewe describes trying to clean her closets, where memories of forgotten dreams and the flotsam and jetsam of passing years lay buried. These places are a minefield of clothes she wears and the ones she doesn’t as they wait patiently for her to shrink to a smaller size. Then there is that mess of hangars jammed in the back; untangling them is as frustrating as trying to solve a Rubik’s cube. The whole “cleaning out thing’” never goes well because she never gets rid of anything. All she does is restack everything into neater piles.
She complains about mattresses that are now as high as bar stools, the price of a feathered duvet that is the same as her mortgage payment and complains her towels are no longer in sets, noting the facecloths look like they were used in the Great War. She knows she won’t buy new stuff, because if she did, she wouldn’t let anyone use them!
She waxes philosophical in the section on “home”, where she says the real you lives, not the work-you or the school-you. It is the place where “a lot of lovin’, screamin’ and door slammin’ ” takes place. She lovingly describes her first apartment, when she was twenty and her husband was twenty-two and they had just married. It was so small it had five kitchen titles in front of the sink and they could open the fridge door with their feet while they lay on the hide-a-bed!
There are rants on menopause, as Crewe becomes what she calls a “hormoaner”. She feels cranky and itchy and tired, her body behaving like a spoiled brat she can’t keep happy. No matter what she does, it is never satisfied. She can’t sleep so she does silly things during the night like sharpen her eyebrow pencils or pluck her eyebrows.
She wonders about all the new food she hears about these days. Whatever happened to spaghetti and meatballs or grilled cheeses sandwiches? Why are the grocery aisles packed with jars and packages and all this stuff she can’t even pronounce? What are all these ingredients she’s never heard of in recipe books these days -- truffle oil, cumin seeds, lemongrass and jalapeno chilies? What ever happened to throwing a piece of cod in some oil and adding chips?
And what in heaven’s name has happened lately to baby pictures. She gets photos of babies inside a knitted cabbage or a felted pea pod, wrapped in burlap like a burrito or naked and dressed only in a flowered headband. What is wrong with taking a picture of a baby in a crib??
She bemoans everything that has happened since she turned fifty. When she exercises everything jiggles; when she parties, she goes home at eleven and when she reads a restaurant menu, she needs glasses. Her idea of heaven at this point in life is a new bathroom with a jetted tub.
After all their years together, Crewe and her husband still enjoy their life together. Old love she says, is like a favourite old bathrobe. You put it on when you want to hide form the world. It may not look great, but it always makes you feel better.
These are all short, fun to read essays in a format that allows the reader to pick up the book, read a few chapters and leave the rest for later. I really enjoy her writing, but prefer her novels and have read everyone but her latest, which is waiting on my bookshelf.
This book is a compilation of her work over sixteen years as a columnist for the Cape Bretoner Magazine, Cohoots Magazine and The Chronicle Herald. The writing spans a period of almost forty years, including the twenty she spent raising her family. These are short essays, pieces that celebrate things we all know, understand and talk about, but are rarely recorded on paper. They include funny stories about young married life, raising a family, being a writer and the simple joys and problems of navigating life in this modern world. Crewe writes to her readers as if she is sitting at their kitchen table drinking coffee and having a chat. People feel they know her as she talks about what she thinks, what bugs her, what she can’t stand and what she loves. They detail a life with honesty, admitting it has sometimes been difficult, but also feels blessed by a wonderful husband and family. These pieces are not just comical moments about life, she also includes deeper moments when she spends a few philosophical moments reminding her readers what life is all about. It is that combination of whimsy, honesty and philosophy that has earned her so many loyal readers over the years.
Crewe has compiled her articles into several themed chapters covering everything from her experience as a young mother to coping with a growing family, weathering her husband’s health crisis and living in a changing world where even the food on your plate may be something you don’t recognize or can't even pronounce.
As a new mother, Crewe struggled to learn how to breast feed her first child, eventually depending on a breast pump to get started. She writes about seeing that miserable contraption for the first time and how her entire breast was almost sucked down the collecting tube when a physician unexpectedly entered her room and she pushed the speed control on the machine rather than the on/off switch. Amidst the hub bub, only the doctor had the presence of mind to turn the thing off and what followed was the comic process of trying to retrieve her pound of flesh from the dreaded thing that was ready to suck the life out of her.
She describes the common anxiety experienced by every parent during the dreaded parent child interviews at school, when teacher and parent dance around the issue of how the child is doing. Both become locked in a battle of wills, trying to be polite without being hurtful and truthful without being offensive. During this contrived conversation both parent and teacher are silently wishing they could say what they mean and mean what they say.
In the section on pet peeves, she describes what it is like being inside for months during a Canadian winter when everyone complains about everything and even the smallest things can set her on edge. Like how she finds pens and pencils everywhere when she dusts and vacuums, but which magically disappear when the phone rings and she needs them. She questions why she is the only one in the house who knows how to fold towels, the ones always left hanging limp over the shower curtain or in a heap on the floor. And she moans the fact no one ever closes anything, from chip bags to shampoos bottles, cupboards to toothpaste; no one seems to notice them except her.
She describes the challenges of raising growing children and the hoopla over semi formal dances that are now part of graduating from elementary school. There is the crazy rush trying to find the perfect strapless bra or sparkly hair clip, ultimately topped off by her daughter’s choice of shoes which look more like army boots, suitable if you are into leather and whips.
And then there’s the warning she gets from her daughter about the tattoo, the one she got that she is about to put on FACEBOOK. Coming from a generation that only knows tattoos as something old Navy guys got of badly drawn pictures of Betty Grable or a heart with “Mother” written in the middle of it, she is aghast. These were the type of people who were not to be trusted, the kind who belonged to motorcycle gangs. She ponders her response…………she doesn’t mind tattoos on other people……but on HER daughter? She understands it is really none of her business, but she can’t help her distaste. After all she is still a Mum.
In one very funny vignette she describes a simple plan to take down some tired, faded, dusty curtains and everything that happens from that simple act, from knocking over the good china and various doodads to scaring the cat. She questions the great landscape that take up the new kitchens these days with their open concept, wondering just how big that space really needs to be. The way things are going, these kitchens have islands so big they will soon boast their own postal codes. She knows she really doesn’t want to be rid of all her walls. It would mean so much loss of privacy. Guests would see her cooking dinner and might not want to eat, especially when they see her drop something on the floor, rescue it and throw it back in the pot. And they would also have a great view inside her kitchen cupboards which are always in a sorry state. She even questions the charm in having to walk a mile around a kitchen just to pour yourself a bowl of cereal. The world she says, needs to stay small and cozy.
Crewe describes trying to clean her closets, where memories of forgotten dreams and the flotsam and jetsam of passing years lay buried. These places are a minefield of clothes she wears and the ones she doesn’t as they wait patiently for her to shrink to a smaller size. Then there is that mess of hangars jammed in the back; untangling them is as frustrating as trying to solve a Rubik’s cube. The whole “cleaning out thing’” never goes well because she never gets rid of anything. All she does is restack everything into neater piles.
She complains about mattresses that are now as high as bar stools, the price of a feathered duvet that is the same as her mortgage payment and complains her towels are no longer in sets, noting the facecloths look like they were used in the Great War. She knows she won’t buy new stuff, because if she did, she wouldn’t let anyone use them!
She waxes philosophical in the section on “home”, where she says the real you lives, not the work-you or the school-you. It is the place where “a lot of lovin’, screamin’ and door slammin’ ” takes place. She lovingly describes her first apartment, when she was twenty and her husband was twenty-two and they had just married. It was so small it had five kitchen titles in front of the sink and they could open the fridge door with their feet while they lay on the hide-a-bed!
There are rants on menopause, as Crewe becomes what she calls a “hormoaner”. She feels cranky and itchy and tired, her body behaving like a spoiled brat she can’t keep happy. No matter what she does, it is never satisfied. She can’t sleep so she does silly things during the night like sharpen her eyebrow pencils or pluck her eyebrows.
She wonders about all the new food she hears about these days. Whatever happened to spaghetti and meatballs or grilled cheeses sandwiches? Why are the grocery aisles packed with jars and packages and all this stuff she can’t even pronounce? What are all these ingredients she’s never heard of in recipe books these days -- truffle oil, cumin seeds, lemongrass and jalapeno chilies? What ever happened to throwing a piece of cod in some oil and adding chips?
And what in heaven’s name has happened lately to baby pictures. She gets photos of babies inside a knitted cabbage or a felted pea pod, wrapped in burlap like a burrito or naked and dressed only in a flowered headband. What is wrong with taking a picture of a baby in a crib??
She bemoans everything that has happened since she turned fifty. When she exercises everything jiggles; when she parties, she goes home at eleven and when she reads a restaurant menu, she needs glasses. Her idea of heaven at this point in life is a new bathroom with a jetted tub.
After all their years together, Crewe and her husband still enjoy their life together. Old love she says, is like a favourite old bathrobe. You put it on when you want to hide form the world. It may not look great, but it always makes you feel better.
These are all short, fun to read essays in a format that allows the reader to pick up the book, read a few chapters and leave the rest for later. I really enjoy her writing, but prefer her novels and have read everyone but her latest, which is waiting on my bookshelf.
July 25, 2019
I'm not in Lesley Crewe's demographic--I'm Generation X, single, childless, grew up in Florida, and currently live in Alabama. She is a 60-something columnist from Nova Scotia. So I'd never heard of Crewe. However, I was hoping for a good laugh.
Crewe is funny, in a self-effacing homemaker way. She mines comic territory similar to Erma Bombeck's. Unlike Bombeck, Crewe stays fairly close to home. She takes joy in the little things and takes nothing for granted. Her deep love for her family shines through.
Are You Kidding Me?! is a compendium of columns of the same name written for the Chronicle Herald, as well as some for Cape Bretoner Magazine and Cahoots Magazine. It encompasses 20 years. She organized columns by subject rather than year: Subjects include The Kids, The House and Home, The Body, The Food, The Husband, the Fauna, The Writer's Life, These Days...and the Good Old Days, and The Miscellaneous Observations (and Irritations).
I liked the last two sections best, and was particularly amused by "Lady of the Flies", which explores what would happen if ordinary middle-aged women went wild like the boys in Lord of the Flies. (A whole lot more objects would be thrown and many more children would cry, among other things.)
I believe that if I were more in the demographic for Crewe's column, I would have found this book much more amusing. I did, however, chuckle quite a bit. Are You Kidding Me?! definitely chronicles a life well lived, well loved, and well written.
Crewe is funny, in a self-effacing homemaker way. She mines comic territory similar to Erma Bombeck's. Unlike Bombeck, Crewe stays fairly close to home. She takes joy in the little things and takes nothing for granted. Her deep love for her family shines through.
Are You Kidding Me?! is a compendium of columns of the same name written for the Chronicle Herald, as well as some for Cape Bretoner Magazine and Cahoots Magazine. It encompasses 20 years. She organized columns by subject rather than year: Subjects include The Kids, The House and Home, The Body, The Food, The Husband, the Fauna, The Writer's Life, These Days...and the Good Old Days, and The Miscellaneous Observations (and Irritations).
I liked the last two sections best, and was particularly amused by "Lady of the Flies", which explores what would happen if ordinary middle-aged women went wild like the boys in Lord of the Flies. (A whole lot more objects would be thrown and many more children would cry, among other things.)
I believe that if I were more in the demographic for Crewe's column, I would have found this book much more amusing. I did, however, chuckle quite a bit. Are You Kidding Me?! definitely chronicles a life well lived, well loved, and well written.
October 18, 2019
What can I say? I laughed out loud so hard I couldn’t read the passages to my husband.
This book is a series of articles written by Leslie Crewe in newspaper and magazine articles. The author covers a variety of topics.
The book is laid out in short sections that make it perfect for reading when you only have a couple of minutes at a time.
This is a must have book. Even if you read her columns previously, you must get this book and reread them. You will not regret it.
I dare you to not laugh while reading this book!
I received an ARC from Nimbus Publishing through NetGalley. This does not affect my opinion or rating of this book. I am voluntarily submitting this book.
This book is a series of articles written by Leslie Crewe in newspaper and magazine articles. The author covers a variety of topics.
The book is laid out in short sections that make it perfect for reading when you only have a couple of minutes at a time.
This is a must have book. Even if you read her columns previously, you must get this book and reread them. You will not regret it.
I dare you to not laugh while reading this book!
I received an ARC from Nimbus Publishing through NetGalley. This does not affect my opinion or rating of this book. I am voluntarily submitting this book.
July 23, 2024
I've enjoyed Crewe's novels, and the zany antics characters get up to, but this collection struck me as too ordinary, though that's noted in the title. I suspect I am too old and too male to appreciate some of the humour, much of it tales of being a housewife. A collection of old newspaper columns is always an awkward book, since the content is intended to be read in small doses, and the decision to order the pieces thematically instead of chronologically makes consecutive reading even more awkward. One doesn't get a sense of the writer or her family evolving over time.
However, a collection of an authors early writings and observations is invaluable for fans, who will likely appreciate this collection, regardless of how it is ordered. And some articles rise above ordinary observations. This would be a great bathroom reader, and way to introduce guests to Crewe.
However, a collection of an authors early writings and observations is invaluable for fans, who will likely appreciate this collection, regardless of how it is ordered. And some articles rise above ordinary observations. This would be a great bathroom reader, and way to introduce guests to Crewe.
July 9, 2023
Humour is extremely difficult to write and I laughed out loud at many of Lesley Crewe's stories. Yet, on the other hand, she also left me weeping in other stories. I'm a little creeped out, I must say, because the writer's character is very much like my own and, at times, I almost wondered if she'd been peeking in my windows! It's been a very difficult year for me and kudos to anyone who can a) hold my attention and b) make me laugh! Thank you, Ms. Crewe.
July 25, 2019
This book made me literally laugh out. This book is comprised of columns written by the author on a variety of topics. I really enjoyed picking up and putting this book down whenever I felt like it as it was easier to just read a few columns at a time. The columns are really relatable and enjoyable to read.
June 14, 2020
DNF.
I’m not the target audience. I figured since I grew up on the east coast of Canada and I’m now a parent I would find some stories that I could relate to, but unfortunately not. The target audience is definitely empty nesters. The stories are wonderful and light hearted, but it just didn’t hold my interest.
I’m not the target audience. I figured since I grew up on the east coast of Canada and I’m now a parent I would find some stories that I could relate to, but unfortunately not. The target audience is definitely empty nesters. The stories are wonderful and light hearted, but it just didn’t hold my interest.
May 30, 2022
I just am not the target audience for these articles. It seems to me like an Erma Bombeck style that I can’t get into. I tried just reading a section at a time and then putting it down for something else, but it’s just not working for me. I can see objectively that it is funny and quirky, just not that relatable for me. I gave up about half way through.
May 16, 2024
Continuously in audiobook format it felt a little repetitive at times, and is probably better suited to reading a story, putting it away, reading another one later, etc. Some of the stories are truly laugh out loud funny, which is rare and wonderful. Plus, hearing the author trying not to laugh as she read aloud the audio book was delightful.
September 10, 2024
I liked that I could read an article at a time and out this book down. The author, Lesley Crewe wrote a column in a local Nova Scotian newspaper and this book is a collection of the columns. I discovered her in a little shop in Antigonish, Nova Scotia and I’m glad I picked up the book. She has written 10 novels as well. I’m interested in reading one or two of them.
August 27, 2023
Hoopla audio book. This book was a nice change from some recent reads and just what I needed. The author did a great job of narrating her stories. Would recommend if you are looking for light hearted or tears in your eyes laughing or the ahha moment when you say that "sounds just like me! "
September 18, 2023
This charming anthology will have you wanting Lesley Crewe as your neighbour and friend. Brew a cup of tea and spend some time with Lesley as she shares tidbits of her life and observations. Warmed my heart.
January 1, 2024
I can't remember the last time a book gave me deep, long belly laughs as this one did. And there was, at least, a chuckle, and something relatable, on every page. Hair dye and a country church pastor...I had tears streaming down my face with that one.
July 20, 2025
I listened to the audio version of this book, read by the author herself.
If you’re looking for a book where you identify with every chapter, cry a little, laugh a little and enjoy all the “feels” of our lives, you’ll love this book!!
If you’re looking for a book where you identify with every chapter, cry a little, laugh a little and enjoy all the “feels” of our lives, you’ll love this book!!
July 17, 2019
Are You Kidding Me ?! is a humorous and honest look at the world. There will chuckle and you might relate to a couple of things.
October 1, 2019
This book literally made me Laugh Out Loud!
February 7, 2020
I didn't know she had a news paper column. I loved these.
February 20, 2020
She is solo funny. If you ever get a chance to see at a book reading...GO!!
February 29, 2020
LOL funny and so relatable!
March 10, 2020
Hilarious!
July 1, 2020
This book was laugh out loud funny! I thoroughly enjoyed this book and loved how it was about the simple things in life and so relatable.
October 7, 2020
As always, Lesley didn't disappoint. Lots of humor and some emotional moments while reading. A lot of the things she wrote about struck home. I highly recommend this book.
January 30, 2021
I loved this book!! I swear she was writing about me. It made me feel good to know there are others like me out there. My kids not so much.
February 15, 2021
Funny, sad, sweet and sassy. Really enjoyed these bite sized bits!
June 10, 2021
2.5 stars
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