
When I saw the call to review The Blackberry Diaries by Kathy Buckworth I was excited. The subtitle, 'Adventures in Modern Motherhood' drew me in and I knew I would relate to the hyper-busy, technology addicted tale it promised. When it arrived (don't you just love getting packages?) I flipped through to find the format was a year's worth of short, focused essays. They could have been my column, or blog posts. Interesting, I thought. I flipped through some more to find they were pretty much all about the BlackBerry, or depending on who's using it--the CrackBerry.
The fact that this term does not appear in the 'Handy Definitions for the Blackberry Smartphone Owner', and the fact that the highly addictive device is repeatedly referred to as a 'BlackBerry Smartphone' made me think that this book was one big commercial. The fact that the author named her phone (Seamus) made me question whether or not she needed some of those socialized mental health benefits they offer in her homeland of Canada.
And it was.
This is not to say that Buckworth isn't hilarious, because she is. Not only that, some of her advice is extremely useful and she tells it like it is. Still, an entire book on the BlackBerry.?It's a tough sell. I got more and more agitated as I read through the zippy passages, mostly because of the nagging thought: why the hell didn't I think of that? My iPhone goes everywhere with me, including its place in arm's reach of my yoga mat. How else could I attain inner peace?
Oh sure, the phone thing was taken, but I started to wonder how I could reach a level of success where, like Buckworth, people would buy an entire book about my unhealthy attachments - to say, corn chips or FX television shows. Maybe all I need to do is pick a topic and stick with it for a year. It worked for Julie Powell. But what could I write about every day for a year that would be as universally and consistently funny and relatable as Buckworth's accounts of her BlackBerry addiction? I know, right? Nothing.
The BlackBerry Diaries is a perfect gift for the woman whose reading time comes in three minute intervals. If she can manage to put down the phone, she'll get a good laugh at the reflection of herself in Buckworth's sketches of our ridiculous modern lives. Speaking of-and not to get terribly serious-I can see this book being assigned in some future anthropology class to help our (let's hope more evolved) descendants understand life at the turn of the millennium and answer the question: what the hell was wrong with those people?
Click here to buy The Blackberry Diaries on Amazon.
And if you have a story to share, go back to this post on After The Bubbly. I'm giving away a copy of The Blackberry Diaries to my favorite story.
The fact that this term does not appear in the 'Handy Definitions for the Blackberry Smartphone Owner', and the fact that the highly addictive device is repeatedly referred to as a 'BlackBerry Smartphone' made me think that this book was one big commercial. The fact that the author named her phone (Seamus) made me question whether or not she needed some of those socialized mental health benefits they offer in her homeland of Canada.
And it was.
This is not to say that Buckworth isn't hilarious, because she is. Not only that, some of her advice is extremely useful and she tells it like it is. Still, an entire book on the BlackBerry.?It's a tough sell. I got more and more agitated as I read through the zippy passages, mostly because of the nagging thought: why the hell didn't I think of that? My iPhone goes everywhere with me, including its place in arm's reach of my yoga mat. How else could I attain inner peace?
Oh sure, the phone thing was taken, but I started to wonder how I could reach a level of success where, like Buckworth, people would buy an entire book about my unhealthy attachments - to say, corn chips or FX television shows. Maybe all I need to do is pick a topic and stick with it for a year. It worked for Julie Powell. But what could I write about every day for a year that would be as universally and consistently funny and relatable as Buckworth's accounts of her BlackBerry addiction? I know, right? Nothing.
The BlackBerry Diaries is a perfect gift for the woman whose reading time comes in three minute intervals. If she can manage to put down the phone, she'll get a good laugh at the reflection of herself in Buckworth's sketches of our ridiculous modern lives. Speaking of-and not to get terribly serious-I can see this book being assigned in some future anthropology class to help our (let's hope more evolved) descendants understand life at the turn of the millennium and answer the question: what the hell was wrong with those people?
Click here to buy The Blackberry Diaries on Amazon.
And if you have a story to share, go back to this post on After The Bubbly. I'm giving away a copy of The Blackberry Diaries to my favorite story.


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