Patricia Heaton's book is irreverant, sometimes serious, frank, cute, and her tales of a time when kids could run the neighborhood in surburban Cleveland without fear reminded me of my own fun in small town Indiana. She pokes fun at her own silliness and naivete and reminded me of my own way back when.
This is a weekend read (it also has great potential as a read-out-loud-to-your-spouse-in-the-car book), but it will be one that you'll pass on to friends so they can have a fun weekend as well.
I give this one 4 stars out of 5.
Reviewed on June 20, 2006.