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So, you are ambling along in the library, and you check into your books on hold. Did I mention, I’m a memoir addict? Okay, okay, the author? Jenny Lawson, and she’s called “The Bloggess,” Yep, I ordered a book based on the cover, and of course that it’s a memoir. A white rat who looks in need of dental work, wears a stunning black velvet cape, with a red silk lining. His rat feet look like a DSW size 10? He has a white ruffled tutu type collar, the kind used in Medieval days, which if you want to know seem just like yesterday. Okay, okay, the author? She’s called “The Bloggess,” and did I meet her in my Name is Not Bob Blog April challenge, MNINB? I’m Not Bob April Challenge (MNINB) caused a loose knot in the sky, a gnarled rotting elbow on a tree, to fall on my neck and pressure stress liquids into my brain. I don’t know where I discovered Jenny Lawson, but Reader, I read this book while slammed with the process of April Challenged which Not Bob gave to us bloggers, and I laughed, and chuckled, and snuffled and snorted at midnight, in the quiet ambiance of our 2-room pool house of the high ceilings and spillage of computer material, books, whatever. Okay, sorry for the hot dogging, but The Bloggess, aka Jenny Lawson, wrote “A Mostly True Memoir,” and that works for me. She had me on the rat cover. I love the abandoned warrens of her mind, picture Kafka-toned jokes as her thoughts trot ahead of us readers, twisting, turning, always into belly laughing and chortles. She is snarky in deed, and she got me on “folded vagina,” and claimed my heart and soul when I discovered she had a Pug, Barnaby Jones. The book is filled with huge metal chickens, small creatures of the stuffed kind (her father was a crazy Taxidermist). Reader, what is one to do with chapter titles like, “Stabbed by Chicken,” “Hairless Rats Free for Kids Only,” and an enchanting view of detachment from a bizarro childhood, and interstitial laughter and views of a marriage with an wonderfully funny man. I read the first few pages and thought, maybe I’m too old for this contemporary writing, but when I finished this book, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, Jenny Lawson’s writing claimed me. My brother–in-law called me “The Bro-ess,” and now I, the Broess, am on the devotee path of one Bloggess. Kudos to all who write |
Sounds like a fun read! I could use a good laugh….
hi dahlin, i’ll email you; remember; doors open! – whoosh!
That really seems like an entertaining book. I could do with a fun read right now!
~ Misky at Misk Cooks
She’s on my list of blogs; i think it’s important to support one another! high regards
I’ve added it to my reading list – thank you for providing such a wonderful review.
Thanks Laurie, hope all is well in your young life; hugs
“her father was a crazy Taxidermist” ?? I think that is one of the requirements. (smile)
btw – does your love of memoirs include writing your own?
Kerry, did you get my reply as to where Baha’is; i don’t know where you live, but check out http://www.bahai. org
Yes, I did and thank you. I haven’t had time to look at it yet, though.
Hi Esther! Just to let you know I love your blog and I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Blogger Award! Congratulations!
http://kristicarver.blogspot.com/2012/05/liebster-blogger-award.html
love this =^_^=
spread the word; that’s how books become famous: Ex: Mozart’s Sister and Pope Joan