This is interesting. I recently read another memoir that I had difficulty enjoying because the level of detail was similar to the lint-on-the-pants line you mention here, and there were long scenes of dialogue that felt overly witty and manufactured for the teenaged characters in scenes that weren't actually very significant

In a memoir, it's such a fine line between setting the scene in a vivid way and making up details and dialogue that pull the reader out of the story because the reader is thinking, "You can't possibly remember that!"