This is a hard book to describe, because it’s basically about Jenny Lawson’s unusual childhood and unusual hangups. (There is no judgment there; I have social anxiety, too.) And you know how sometimes it’s really awkward to hear people talk about their weird life and you just want to pass them a Xanax and pat them on the hand but REALLY you just want to get away? It’s not like that at all.
This book is insanely funny and I can guarantee that you will laugh out loud a ton of times. (And then, if you are me, you’ll feel a little guilty for laughing at someone’s mental trauma. But if you don’t want me to laugh at you, don’t be funny. I’m just saying.)
This is probably the funniest book I’ve read in ages (and I read the books by Rachel Dratch, Tina Fey and Mindy Kaling) and I completely loved it.
I mean, yes, there are sad parts and there are awkward parts but overall? This book is hysterically, painfully funny. I wouldn’t read it in public, because if someone asks what you’re laughing at and you have to say something like “Bobcats!” you will get a weird look.
But absolutely get this book and read it in the privacy of your own home. And be prepared to laugh A LOT.