Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson

Jenny Lawson, also known as The Bloggess, is very funny - the kind of funny that makes you snort sometimes. I started reading her blog after my mum forwarded me this post, which happened to be one of the stories she included in her new “mostly true” memoir, Let’s Pretend This Never Happened. Mum pre-ordered the book and then kindly gave it to me to read first; in return I unknowingly gave her and her family the bug we’d all come down with the previous week. It wasn’t really a fair swap.*

I’m not sure what makes a good memoir; is it how much of it you can relate to? Because there’s not too much I share in common with Lawson. This book is a collection of stories about things like growing up with a crazy (but loving) father in Texas and meeting her husband while browsing alongside him in the witchcraft section of a bookshop and dealing with anxiety disorders/OCD and being strangely obsessed with zombies and taxidermied animals.

I wanted to like this book more than I did, and laugh more than I did. There were truly hilarious parts in it, including a story about laxatives which had me wheezing at one point, but I found Lawson’s chatty writing style a little wearing and predictable at times and didn’t really mind that the book ended. I’m not sure that I’d recommend it to anyone who isn’t already a fan; I would, however, highly recommend Lawson's blog. If you don’t already follow it, here are four example posts to either whet your appetite or turn you off forever (I should warn you first: The Bloggess is irreverent and doesn’t mind using the f-word): 
  1. A conversation with her husband (Victor)
  2. What she wore to see Twilight
  3. Another conversation with Victor
  4. A recent one: David Thorne*-style correspondence with a guy from PETA
And if you haven't heard of David Thorne, read this post. Or this post, or this one. Or this one. This has turned into less of a book review than a blog review/plug, and I have no idea how to end it.

No, really.


* Sorry about that, Mum. I’ll return the book if you promise not to give back the tummy thing.


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