It isn't the best book in the world, but it kept me interested and the author is really funny, so it's easy to read.
In the very last chapter, she decided to go to a presentation being put on by a nationally-renowned psychic. She quickly realizes that the experience is way outside her comfort zone and that the whole place is full of people literally falling apart, just really lost and hurting people.
But then. I got to this part:
"After watching more than a dozen scenes like this, I make a very conscious decision to get up and leave. This enormous auditorium is a place for people in a lot of pain, people who want to believe they are currently living in hell, that it can't get any worse than this.
It's an interesting concept, that one. It would sure explain a lot. It would explain war, genocide, disease, even a meal I had at an airport Chili's where the waitperson confided that the burgers could now only be prepared medium-well or well-done as a guarantee that no one gets E. coli. And then she carded a sixty-year-old woman who ordered a glass of wine because of the official restaurant policy.
What kind of world is this? Where meat is presumed to be poisonous and a senior citizen can't order a glass of house chardonnay without revealing her age? Look at Darfur, Iraq, Hurricane Katrina, and the recent announcement that there is going to be a movie based on Thomas Kinkade's blockbuster painting Christmas Cottage."
Yes. She REALLY WENT THERE! I was lying in bed reading this and I started laughing so hard that the dogs had to come over and make sure I was OK.
OH JARED. *facepalm*