This is by far one of the funniest memoirs I’ve ever read. I had never really heard of Jenny Lawson before, but since I’m always looking to read things written by funny women I was tempted to buy this book.
What makes this book great is that absolutely none of it is believable. Lawson however, tells the kind of stories that you just know are not made up, because there is no way anyone could make it up. Her taxidermist father who constantly “tortured” his daughters with wild animals, both alive and dead, is not only surreal but also hilarious.
The best part of this book though is Lawson’s discussions of her own mental health issues and the way she dealt with them. There’s a strength in this writing that I admire. Many compare Jenny Lawson to David Sedaris and there are similarities, but I think this book is its own entity and Lawson, her own person.
Rating: 4/5
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