Plastic ponies, Ferris Bueller, and neurotic Jewish parents

As a 20 something year old woman living in New York City, there’s no wonder Sloane Crosley has a lot to write about, but her best-selling collection of essays I Was Told There’d Be Cake hardly tells the tale of a party hopping socialite.

With stories of her neurotic Jewish parents constant irrational fear of their house burning down, her sheer hatred of sharing her name with a character from Ferris Bueller, and an odd addiction to plastic ponies, Crosley shows both modern women and men how hilarious post graduate life can really be. The best part about Crosley’s writing is how she makes the text seem so conversational without sacrificing the style. While she writes about everyday occurrences, she finds a way to make them extraordinary with her incredible detail and language.

Each story is perfectly crafted with the kind of sarcasm and wit that can only come from years of dealing with an unruly boss. Yet there is always a small glimpse into Crosley’s true feeling that no matter what you’ve been through, you’ll never be through it all, so you might as well laugh along the way.

This book is for anyone who’s experienced the move from hell, thrown the world’s worst dinner party, hated your first job with a fiery passion, or just needs a good laugh. Even as a quick read, I Was Told There’d Be Cake will leave a lasting impression.

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