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Even when I was funny, I wasn't this funny'
Augusten Burroughs, author of Running With Scissors
Have you ever embarrassed yourself so badly you thought you'd never get over it?
Have you ever wished your family could be just like everyone else's?
Have you ever been followed to school by your father's herd of turkeys, mistaken a marriage proposal for an attempted murder or got your arm stuck inside a cow? OK, maybe that's just Jenny Lawson . . .
The bestselling memoir from one of America's most outlandishly hilarious writers.
In punchy chapters that cover a fairly uneventful life in the southern Republican regions, blogger Lawson achieves an exaggerated sarcasm that occasionally attains a belly laugh from the reader ( I grew up a poor black girl in New York. Except replace black with white and New York with rural Texas ), but mostly descends into rants about bodily functions and dead animals spiced with profanity. The daughter of a taxidermist whose avid foraging and hunting filled their violently rural Wall, Tex., house with motley creatures like raccoons and turkeys and later triggered some anxiety disorder, Lawson did not transcend her childhood horrors so much as return to them, marrying at age 22 a fellow student at a local San Angelo college, Victor, and settling down in the town with a job in HR while Victor worked in computers. In random anecdotal segments Lawson treats the vicissitudes of her 15-year marriage, the birth of daughter Hailey after many miscarriages, some funny insider secrets from the HR office, and an attempt to learn to trust women by spending a weekend in California wine country with a group of bloggers. With little substantive writing on these subjects, however, Lawson s puerile sniggering and potty mouth gets old fast.