She is very transparent and honest and throughout the book she intersperses more meaningful and sober meditations on life, health, pain, and identity. Considering all that she has gone through, it’s an amazing feat that, like she says, is necessary to her survival. She writes books and finds the humor in her ailments. If you, like me, are a Jenny-Lawson-newbie, here’s a brief summary of her niche: She deals with mental and physical illnesses of many forms including severe anxiety, agoraphobia, rheumatoid arthritis, pre-diabetes, and some memory loss (among others-don’t worry, she’ll tell ya about it she says she “collects diseases like other people collect Beanie Babies”). If you are already a fan of Jenny, I’m assuming you will find this book to enjoyable. In fact, as I read this book my brain kept reading it to me in Amy Schumer’s voice… I actually have no idea who Jenny Lawson is.
But I laughed out loud several times which says a lot. So that aside, I did think this book was pretty funny- more so the first half than the second. Because that’s somewhat of a standard for a lot of humor, though I don’t like it, I will not critique that but just be aware of what you’re getting into. So I’m going to assume that if you are considering this book then you are okay with a lot of swearing (79 f-words, 64 s-words) and inappropriate humor.
Let’s just get this out of the way first: It’s increasingly hard to find clean comedy these days. I’m curious what parts are verbatim from her life and what has been adjusted for humor, but either way, this lady lives a pretty crazy and hilarious existence that she has documented, unfiltered, in these pages. If that piqued your interest, you’re on the right track with checking out this book. “Do you want to hear a story about how I almost went blind because of diarrhea rats? Of course you do.”
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