One or two funny anecdotes of deceased wildlife at the start and then hours of bland uptalky tedium.
Towards the end my book-finishing OCD proved too weak. The only work of semibiographical fiction that comes close to being an equally malodorous brown stain in the nether garments of the arts is Aune Sand's movie "Dis".
I have no idea what combination of prescription drugs one would have to ingest in order to derive any enjoyment from this book. I think we're talking multiple types of horse tranquilizer in suppository form. If that even exists.
Mental illness aside, I very much related to 99% of this book. I laughed my @$$ off, and was near to tears several times. Highly recommended!
Mostly agitation and disappointment. I constantly felt like I was trapped in a room with a crazy person that would not stop talking absolute NONE SENSE! and the worst part was that I paid for it!!!
I'm a person with a good sense of humor and laugh easily at pretty much anything with a hint of clever humor, but Ms. Lawson's story is mostly horrifyingly embarrassing life situations and I'm happy for her that she finds them humorous, but I did not find them funny nor educational. I did not enjoy this book at all so I can not recommend it to others.
It was a bit annoying with the author singing the chapter titles - unfortunately you do get used to it by the end of the book...I personally really enjoyed her second book Furiously Happy and am glad that I started there. I wouldn't if I had started with this one.
I feel like I really know Jenny Lawson after listening to her read her own memior with all her enthusiasm, singing (!), arguing, confessions, expletives and laughter all exactly as she intended for you to experience them!
This book is what it is. There's nothing I would really change about it. At first, I had a problem with the author dropping the F-bomb so much, but she actually defines that in the beginning, so it's one with the character.
The author, hopefully, is the only one that could and should get away with this.
A friend recommended this title. It's funny and cute at first, and I can clearly see the talents of an established blogger and writer here. But, after you get into it and realize how it's really not so funny anymore because the author is seriously mentally ill, the cute-factor vanishes and I was left hoping that her friends, husband and daughter will be ok in the future. Mental illness is not funny and cute.
I really liked each chapter. She is funny and it feels like you are talking to a friend. But... The singing of each chapter title is painful. When I realized at the third chapter that this would continue for the rest of the book I held my breath and winced every time there was a period of silence at the end of chapters in horrified anticipation of what would be next.