I have a love/hate relationship with Anne Lamott.
Sometimes I read her writing and I’m encouraged. Other times I read it and she just annoys me. Sorry if that’s harsh–I know that Christian women love them some Anne Lamott. I get it, I do. Traveling Mercies
I’m glad I read Small Victories. It was refreshing and honest and hopeful in a messy, real way. I love those things in a writer and I love those things in life. Sometimes I get distracted by her political views or her religious views; I wish her agenda was less-in-your-face. At times I caught myself wondering why she has such sick friends, it felt like every other chapter was someone dying of cancer or something just as horrible. But maybe that just means she has lots of friends. I do love her wit and sarcasm. She has a great way of combining hard stories with laughter and snarkiness which just makes me happy.
Through Small Victories by Anne Lamott the reader gets glimpses of truth and grace and God’s love. It’s not perfect, it’s a little rough around the edges, and there are still lingering questions like any good faith has, but we get to see our beautiful and cruel world through the lens of Lamott and we’re lucky to be allowed in.