David Sedaris is the perfect antidote to the late-Fall blues. It may be getting darker earlier, but that just gives you an excuse to close your blinds, turn on the lamp, and curl up with his latest collection of stories (? essays ?) and laugh the night away. Brutally honest and hilarious, Sedaris chronicles life with his husband Hugh as they jet from their cozy cottage in England to the North Carolina beach house David bought a few summers ago, dealing with his sister Tiffany’s suicide, his aging father (restricted to not listening to right wing radio or watching Fox news while in David’s beach house), his goofy sisters. This book provides a necessary jolt of joy and is not surprisingly on many best-of lists for the year. I tried to sip it slowly but couldn’t resist finishing it up this morning.