What is there to say about Jenny Lawson? She’s just great. Really. There aren’t many authors who can make me actually laugh out loud. In fact, she might be the only one. But I did while reading her newest memoir, Broken (in the best possible way), often and long. She has a singular talent to make the mundane absolutely hilarious.
I’d been waiting for this book because I loved her first memoir Let’s Pretend This Never Happened. I love to read about people who are struggling but make it funny. Because we’re all struggling in some way, maybe not the way she is but we can all understand it. When she describes her battles with depression, I get it. Especially when she said it makes her feel “scooped out.” I’ve actually used those words myself. Virtual five! So, yeah, we’ve all been there in some way as evidenced by all the mortifying slips of the tongue and misunderstandings submitted by the Twitterverse. And I love the stories about her childhood and her conversations with her husband Victor.
She understands the universal truth that we need to laugh and cry and laugh again because we’re all just doing the best we can. Sometimes we’re scared and sometimes we just do it anyway and sometimes we can’t get out of bed in the morning but then we get up the next day. She has more struggles than some, but she captures the ebb and flow of life in amusing and entertaining essays.
I may not be buying any of her products from Shark Tank, but I will be buying her next book. I wish you well, Jenny. Be safe and take care and keep doing what you do. You’ve got a fan in me. Five enthusiastic stars.
Thanks to Goodreads giveaways for the ARC of this book.