Let's Pretend This Never Happened
Have you ever read a book and fallen in love with the author? Had that experience where, only a few pages into the book, you've become that awkward fangirl? And the best way you could possibly imagine spending the day is sitting with the author, your freshly minted imaginary best friend, drinking fancy coffee at a hipster cafe and chatting for hours about every aspect of their insanely fascinating life?
Yeah, that's not the experience I had reading Jenny Lawson's memoir, and here's why that's good thing: I got to fall in love with her humor from afar without being heartbroken that we'll probably never meet. I get that heartbreak enough reading John Green novels, so I wasn't looking for that here. (As an aside: if you're reading this by some bizarre and insane and absolutely glorious twist of fate, John Green, I love you!! And, on a less creepy note, your writing is superb, your stories inspirational)
Sorry for that, y'all. Here's my more relevant point: Jenny Lawson will have you simultaneously cackling with glee at her wit and admonishing yourself for finding everything funny; it's that kind of book.
I think the second page of her acknowledgements sums up her sense of humor best:
Pardon my french. Or Lawson's. One disclaimer for this book: do NOT read it if foul language offends you. If it does, your ears (or eyes?) will bleed, which--believe me--we don't want to see.
Still, if reading hilarious(ly inappropriate) stories about taxidermy, zombies, scorpions, blogger retreats, and more deranged Texan-blogger experiences sounds like your kind of good time, read Let's Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson (The Bloggess). Seriously, any book whose cover is graced by a photo of a taxidermied mouse dressed as Hamlet purchased online by the author has to be good, right?
Yeah, that's not the experience I had reading Jenny Lawson's memoir, and here's why that's good thing: I got to fall in love with her humor from afar without being heartbroken that we'll probably never meet. I get that heartbreak enough reading John Green novels, so I wasn't looking for that here. (As an aside: if you're reading this by some bizarre and insane and absolutely glorious twist of fate, John Green, I love you!! And, on a less creepy note, your writing is superb, your stories inspirational)
Sorry for that, y'all. Here's my more relevant point: Jenny Lawson will have you simultaneously cackling with glee at her wit and admonishing yourself for finding everything funny; it's that kind of book.
I think the second page of her acknowledgements sums up her sense of humor best:
I want to thank everyone who helped me create this book,
except for that guy who yelled at me in Kmart when I was eight
because he thought I was being "too rowdy."
You're an asshole, sir.
Pardon my french. Or Lawson's. One disclaimer for this book: do NOT read it if foul language offends you. If it does, your ears (or eyes?) will bleed, which--believe me--we don't want to see.
Still, if reading hilarious(ly inappropriate) stories about taxidermy, zombies, scorpions, blogger retreats, and more deranged Texan-blogger experiences sounds like your kind of good time, read Let's Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson (The Bloggess). Seriously, any book whose cover is graced by a photo of a taxidermied mouse dressed as Hamlet purchased online by the author has to be good, right?
Now I've crossed "memoir" off my list. Maybe I'll read a book over 500 pages next?
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