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Pete WellsO'Neill's memoir reads like a comic novel. She sketches her relatives with obvious fondness, but they are clearly caricatures who serve the author's humorous whims. Her mother is drawn as an accumulation of verbal tics ("Now, I ask you!") and her father is a blustery optimist who greets everyone with a cheerful "Hey ya, whatsy!" After college, O'Neill cooked for a women's restaurant in Northampton, Mass., that served "nonviolent cuisine," and her description of her co-workers broadly satirizes the feminism of the peasant-skirt era.
— The New York Times