Reviewed by: BigAl
Genre: Humor/Non-Fiction
Approximate word count: 20-25,000 words
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Author:
An
award-winning screenwriter, Prey as been called “Michigan’s preeminent
screenwriter” by his home-state media. The film production of his screenplay All I Want for Christmas was among the
Hallmark Channel’s highest-rated movies of 2007 and become a perennial holiday season
favorite since. He was also the creator of the nationally-distributed comic
strip, The Prez. He lives in suburban
Detroit with his wife and two sons.
For more,
visit the author’s website.
Description:
“No one
writes about relationships and parenting quite like humorist Marc Prey. Now
comes his first book, a laugh-out-loud funny, brutally honest and deeply
touching collection of personal stories about one man's relationship with his
spouse and offspring. In When It Comes to
Spooning, I'm a Fork, Prey takes readers on a journey from first awkward
date to raising teenagers, all the while exposing moments that seemingly shift
from the hilarious to the poignant in the beat of a heart. And when it's over,
readers may discover they've learned something about themselves along the way.”
Appraisal:
Just shy of
forty true stories that Prey describes in the introduction this way:
Each of the stories contained in
this book is, to the best of my recollection, accurate and complete, warts and
all. This, despite the directive from my lovely wife to write her thinner. Some
of the stories have appeared previously in print and electronic magazines,
others have never before seen the light of day. But all reflect the life and
times of an average American male with a wife and two kids, struggling to
maintain mastery over a domain that was never really under his control to begin
with.
His
description is better than whatever words I might come up with to explain these
stories. But what he fails to mention is the humor. Pevy has the ability to
find the humor in any situation, even when that means we’re laughing at (or
should that be with) him. At the risk of giving a clue as to how ancient I am,
I’d describe When It Comes to Spooning,
I’m a Fork as the male version of one of those Erma Bombeck books my mother
used to read in the 60s and 70s. A fun, light-hearted read for a family man or
the women forced to live with their foibles.
Format/Typo Issues:
No
significant issues.
Rating: **** Four stars
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