“I apologize in advance for that, and also for offending you, because you’re going to get halfway through this book and giggle at non sequiturs about Hitler and abortions and poverty, and you’ll feel superior to all the uptight, easily offended people who need to learn how to take a fucking joke, but then somewhere in here you’ll read one random thing that you’re sensitive about, and everyone else will think it’s hysterical, but you’ll think, “Oh, that is way over the line.” I apologize for that one thing. Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
This story is Jenny Lawson’s life. She “suffers” (embraces) a myriad of psychological conditions and rather than hide them, she addresses them and even embraces them. It’s hard to say what the book is about other than it is a collection of thoughts about her life starting with a very unconventional childhood. I think that the best that I’ve read was on the Amazon summary of the book; “For every intellectual misfit who thought they were the only ones to think the things that Lawson dares to say out loud, this is a poignant and hysterical look at the dark, disturbing, yet wonderful moments of our lives.”
“WHEN I WAS in the third grade, my father rushed inside one night to tell us all to come out and look at what he had in the back of his pickup. I was young, but still well trained enough to know that nothing good could come of this. My sister and I shared a wary look.”
I found the book very funny, but not always in a humorous way and maybe even a bit uncomfortable at times. This may not be for everybody, but it probably should be for everybody.