Lamott’s voice is pretty clearly her own, unlike those of the first two passages, where it was unclear whether or not it was fiction. What was clear, though, was her voice: a piece that otherwise could’ve been very dull was just the opposite; the title alone helped to create a lax, lighthearted point of view. In this excerpt she writes that in the end, despite her shitty first drafts, her work “always turned out fine, sometimes even funny and weird and helpful,” which among other things is a perfect description for this essay. The voice in this essay is incredible: darkly humorous, casual, detailed, witty, quirky, sharp, honest, natural, and self-conscious; Lamott held nothing back and her candidness served her well. I hope that I can achieve such engaging candor in my own nonfiction