I found the author to be making quite a few assumptions about the reader, and also to be somewhat transphobic. That part may have changed in the years since she wrote, but it made the book a lot less enjoyable.

You'd think I, a professional proofreader, would enjoy this, but it is a puzzling book. It seems unfocused, unclear about its intention. Those interested in grammar likely already know what Norris attempts to humorously educate us on; those who don't will likely glaze over after many long pages of jargon about restrictive and nonrestrictive clauses—seriously, long-form narrative is not a good way to try to learn about grammar structure. 

I was most charmed by the first and last chapters, which are more memoir and less "education" than most of the others, and might say I wanted more memoir if not for the bizarre and off-putting chapter on gender that she ties in to her sister's transition (Norris really doesn't seem to take accountability for her assholery there). All told, this is a shrug for me.

This is a funny, useful exploration of a life lived around and for words. It’s entertaining and informative, practical and still enjoyable to read. Despite that, there are a couple of sections—and one transphobic chapter in particular—that I don’t think would have made it past a sensitivity reader today (and should have raised red flags at some point during its initial publication).