<p>The latest instalment from always funny, sometimes bizarre humourist David Sedaris. <br><b><br>Praise for <i>Theft By Finding</i></b><br><br>The writing here is funnier, (even) sharper . . . There isn''t a dull word among these pages (India Knight <i>Sunday Times</i>)<br><br>Could there be a more delightful American import than the memoirist David Sedaris? Not since the peanut butter and jelly sandwich have we inherited something so sweet and comforting yet so wickedly naughty (<i>The Times</i>)<br><br><br>This first of two volumes of his copious diaries takes us from 1977 to 2002, and sees him grow from a despondent<br>21-year-old in menial jobs into the man recognised as possibly the best humorist of the 2000s<br>(<i>Daily Telegraph, Best Books Under the Sun, Summer 2017</i>)<br><br>So often Sedaris''s phrasing is beautiful in its piquancy and minimalism...His life is extraordinary in so many ways - the drug addiction, the eccentric family, the crazy jobs, the fame, the globetrott