#26

Laugh outloud!  Finally a good summer read...that I got to in September.  This is the place to start your NEXT summer reading...so save it 'til then.  Or don't.  You'll enjoy it no matter when you read it.  #26 is Let's Pretend This Never Happened (A Mostly True Memoir) by Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess.  Who I need to look up ~ just looked up and linked...I think I'll have to become a follower.  {Wonder if it'll get to be too much stupidness?}
Anyway.  Laugh outloud.  The woman is weird and doesn't mind sharing her weirdness so we can ALL appreciate our own weirdness and make the world a funnier place.  Example:  She talks about having a baby and how her vagina is now broken: (page 136) "Seriously, mine was all Franken-gina for a good year before it was presentable again.  But not "presentable" like I'd lay it out at the Thanksgiving dinner table.  I wouldn't have done that even before it got destroyed.  I mean, not that it wasn't a good trade-off, because it totally was.  And it's fine now.  Great, actually.  My vagina is great.  Slimming, even.  Thanks for asking."
Totally off her rocker...maybe never even on the rocker to begin with.  But funny in that, I-need-to-laugh-at-ridiculousness-because-the-world-is-such-a-crazy-stress-filled-place-and-I-want-to-leave-it-for-a-moment-and-laugh way.
Two other passages I marked which, as I look at them, aren't the funniest parts...so laugh at my ridiculousness.
p103 ~ That night I looked up at those same stars, but I didn't want any of those things.  I didn't want Egypt, or France, or far-flung destinations.  I just wanted to go back to my life from my childhood, just to visit it, and to touch it, and to convince myself that yes, it had been real.  Victor could tell I was upset, but I couldn't find a way to describe it without sounding ridiculous.  "It's nothing," I said.  "It's just that...Have you ever been homesick for someplace that doesn't actually exist anymore?  Someplace that exists only in your mind?"  {Which is EXACTLY how I feel about my children's childhood.  At times, I'm homesick for it.  Jenny Lawson finally put it into words for me.}
p152 ~ {talking about her horrible social anxiety which causes her to say stupid things at dinner parties and other social events...so been there!} It's like I have a censor in my head, but she works on a seven-second delay...well-meaning, but perpetually about seven seconds too late to actually do anything to stop the horrific avalanche of shit-you-shouldn't-say-out-loud-but-I-just-did.
Lots of f-bombs & things that could offend a person if they were so inclined to be offended.  I found her fresh and witty with a great style to convey the underlying wacked-outedness which we all live with...and usually try to hide from the world.