There are some REALLY good stories in here which brought it up from a 2 star. The majority of the book fell flat for me, add in the Asian microagressions and then I really lost interest. Sedaris is funny and he’s got such an interesting relationship with his family that keeps you curious, but maybe that’s what he should stick to? I felt most invested in his stories that related to either his dad or making fun of Americans. So, maybe it’s not the book and it’s me. Maybe I’m just not the right audience for his other stories. I don’t know but for sure felt disappointed. I remember reading Sedaris in grade school and really loving his stuff, but maybe I loved it because of what my teachers told me about it and not because I actually understood anything. Who knows.

Somehow, I didn't realize this was a book of essays before I picked it up. I assumed that because it was in the nonfiction section it was probably an autobiography. And I guess I was sort of right because that's what most of it was supposedly about. Anyway, my thoughts: the author was quite funny, and though multiple essays fit with the title and are about his struggling with a lisp or acquiring a foreign language, I found his turn of phrase quite humorous. I enjoyed the quips and wit and the topic of many of the essays.
There was a little something that kept popping up I didn't enjoy, and I'm not sure how to describe it. There were times (I think it was just Sedaris' personality shining through) when I felt like a comment would be made with the intention of being funny, but I would personally find the subject was not funny at all. I felt that these drug references and remarks about ideas of alternate-type worlds to be strangely unsettling, and I would literally pull my head back from the book and take a moment to consider my confusion (and often vague uneasiness/disgust).
All together, I think I liked it and I'm glad to have read it but this is not an author I'll be reading more of any time soon.