I didn't get that far
Singing the chapter titles was horribly annoying. I found the valley girl/Texas accent a bit wearing.
I made it about halfway through before I couldn't stand to listen anymore. Sure, some of it was funny (maybe about 1/3) and some of it was touching, but the rest was vapid and self-absorbed.
I've been looking for lighthearted books to listen to in the car. Anything too involved that requires a fair amount of concentration makes me lose interest because I can't pay enough attention without running off the road. I was looking for something on the lighter side, but this just wasn't right for me.
I think that fans of Jenny's blog would really get this book. If you aren't familiar with her blog, I suggest you check it out to see if you like her style before downloading this.
Maybe, but only in printed format.
Some of the material would have been humorous in print (or if read by another narrator), but the author's reading just grated on me, to the point where I had to stop listening after 1 (very painful) hour. The F bombs didn't bother me at all, but she speaks like a teenager, in terms of her vocal inflection. For example, she ends many statements as if they were questions, which I found highly irritating. And it just sounds like she is trying way way too hard to be funny and clever. She is NO David Sedaris by any means.
I was very disappointed by this audiobook. It was recommended based on previous listens (Caitlin Moran, Mindy Kaling) and is not at all the same calibre. While Jenny Lawson's writing may be very successful in blog format, it doesn't transition to a book. I was very bored by her stories and probably only chuckled twice in 8 hours. (As an aside, her way of pronouncing "ing" as "ingk" is infuriating). Jenny Lawson would no doubt be a hilarious person to have as a friend. But her book is a poor attempt at the successful-blog-turned-book-deal format. I would NOT recommend this book.
It just rambled on and on and on and she was trying too hard to be funny. Not funny at all. will be returning.
the "hey i did drugs" part - thats not funny.
Perhaps it would be better not read by the author. She also wrote with an undertone of desperation to be funny but disappointingly not funny. I held out as long as I could hoping it would get better but it never seemed to do it for me. Sorry.
Maybe, I thought that it was WAY too much rambling and the stories just kept going and going and going. She reads very fast so you really have to pay attention to what's she's saying.
Probably not. I think she reads way to fast.
Disappointment for sure. Her blog is so funny. And frustration. All of the stories just keep dragging and she never gets to the point.
Lawson's stories were hilarious! I admit, her freedom with the "f" word was a little much at times and some of it was pretty coarse, but I after awhile I got used to it and laughed so hard while we were driving home from California that I almost drove off the road. I was nearly in tears. I also appreciated the sadder stories and how she was able to find humor in the difficult times that life hands us. She is a master story-teller and in spite of the rough language my whole family (my husband and I and our adult kids) got a kick out of this book. I was a little embarrassed by some of the content, but the humor and the performance by the author made it pretty darn fun. The 20 hour drive from California to Colorado went by very quickly because of this laugh a minute romp through Jenny Lawson's life. Thanks for such a fun time!
A Girl Named Zippy by Haven Kimmel is a sweet memoir that I have listened to many, many times. It too is read by the author and the stories crack me up. Both Lawson and Kimmel are gifted story tellers. Kimmel's style is much more tame but no less enjoyable.
We all concur that the stories from when she worked in the HR department of a Christian organization were unreal. I also loved all the stories of her "taxidermied" (her word) critters.
If you are offended by harsh language, this book probably is not for you. Choose A Girl Named Zippy if you want a sweet memoir with heart and humor.
I've always found The Blogess's writing very funny, but a lot of that is because she says off-handed, unexpected things that I read as deadpan. Hearing her read it, however, Jenny Lawson is extremely self-aware of the "funny" moments, and says them in a tone like, "HEY GUYS, THIS PART IS FUNNY," which makes it totally unfunny and just ... irritating.
This is not a memoir so much as a collection of stories that the writer thinks are funny. In the end, I didn't feel like I learned anything, it just felt like a lot of cheap laughs sewn together. The only chapter I really liked was the one where she talked about her miscarriages because it was the only one that felt real and human, like there was a point behind the jokes and not just a bunch of funny or awkward moments. Also, she's a good writer, but the tangents drove the me crazy. Listening to this book was like listening to your most ADD friend try to tell stories, but by the middle of the story you've totally forgotten what you were talking about because you've landed somewhere else entirely. That style is funny at first, and it lends itself well to conversational-toned writing in general and blogging in particular, but when an entire book is like that, and especially when you're listening to it rather than reading it, it's extremely annoying.
The events that Lawson writes about are indeed funny, but the way that she writes and narrates is chatty and annoying. If her running commentry was edited out it might be ok.
I have friends who love the author's blog, who follow it daily and who think she is a very funny writer. Based on their recommendation, I picked up this book.
I want my credit back.
The author's experiences are probably interesting enough, except she colors it by all these witty interludes, in a "Look at me! Look at how clever I am!" style. I really feel this book would have been better served by an editor that would have trimmed it down by 1/3.