The only problem with reading a book by David Sedaris is—it ends. I love his humour and whenever I start one of his books, I try to take my time, savouring each word, each sentence, each paragraph in an attempt to make the deliciousness last as long as possible. But inevitably I can't put it down and before I know it, I've reached—The End. I try to deconstruct what makes his writing so brilliant while appearing so simple. He's sweet but slightly raunchy, honest and endearingly self-deprecating. His latest book,…