Title: Good Therapy For Anders, Bad Read For Us
Product review: There's a fine line in memoirs between an insightful look into a person's life that contains meaning for everyone and an exercise that the author's therapist prescribed to them in order to deal with psychological issues. Anders crossed that line with Jubana. It seems pretty clear that she was trying to write a story which portrayed the wackiness that cross-cultural issues can create (sort of a "My Big Fat Jewish-Cuban Wedding"). Instead, what the reader gets is a manic, unorganized depiction of a woman who was spoiled to the point where she has difficulty dealing with life. Anders probably found some comfort and insight while writing this book. But, the rest of us don't have to spend our money eavesdropping on her therapy session.
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