"That puts me back to the problem of trying to figure out who I am and what I want. Right now, I'm a crazy lol who's writing a book about being crazy, which really seemed like the right thing to do when I started it." -- "em" from Book of Blognots, Not Blogs
Lee Sinclair has created a tidy, if lonely, world in her first published book. And it works; it's a world worth inhabiting for the time spent immersed in her scraggy, out-of-control web of existence.
Obsessed with dog-drool, Chris Isaak and questions of self-esteem, Ms. Sinclair paints an elegant portrait of a middle-aged divorcee (a "born-again spinster," in her words) and her dog "Big M" ... along with the baffling array of fancifully monikered misfits that constitute her supporting cast.
By appearances, "Blognots" is semi-autobiographical, a book worth noting if Ms. Sinclair is, indeed, just a crazy lol (not to be confused with the online shorthand for "laughing out loud," which her book inspires at times). That, sadly, might mean that's all there is ... an amusing one-shot wonder penned by a one-legged bird with two broken wings.
However, if the real Lee Sinclair is a self-confident, dog-hating mother of five (or a 6-foot-6 hulk with a two-day growth, scars and tattoos), the creation of "em" and "Big M" borders on genius and leaves the reader anxiously awaiting the characters populating some new and different literary fireside.
I'm rooting for the latter. Being a bit dotty myself, like the irrepressible em, I don't remember my age most of the time, because it keeps changing every year. I'll need a new Sinclair story every year or so to help pass the time.