I tremble at the thought of writing a review for this book;
nevertheless, I'll attempt it. On the one hand, it was a real joy
to read (and learn) of someone else out there who had a categorical
whole-body shiver when sighting such atrocities as "book's for
sale". On the other hand, I learned of far too many mistakes I
make, daily, throughout my own writings and musings.
It is Truss's wit that keeps you reading. Her deft touch with
hyperbole is extremely funny (though, at times, you wonder if she
really does think the aspiring grammatical terrorist would indeed
require camo' pants and a gun). Her examples leave one smiling; I
can't help but feel a complete sense of comissery with her
annoyance of the title Who Framed Roger Rabbit (no question mark).
It's a guilty pleasure: you shouldn't enjoy being so cruelly
holier-than-thou. I couldn't help it. Even at dinner with my new
(and distracting) boyfriend, I had to pause and point out that our
menu was telling us to vacate. We ordered the dish anyway, and
quite enjoyed our "stuffed spinach leave".
Long live the revolution!