Reviewed by Karin
This book is a memoir based on her blog posts. She has 200,000+ followers. She was encouraged by her readers to make them into a book, and she was met along her book tour by many of them.
The book has nothing to do with sexual abuse. It is funny and comedic in a dark way. Sometimes you find yourself laughing out loud, thinking how absurd it is to be laughing. One time I actually laughed until I cried.
There are some F-bombs, and even a couple of irreverent references to Jesus, but somehow they sound funny in her voice. And it may be that you have to be in the mood, like for some movies.
The title, which I think is very clever, refers to her eccentric childhood. Her father was a taxidermist, so you can imagine the kinds of things happening around their house. I don't want to give away any of the fun of reading it. And as the publicist writes, her family is 'bizarrely loveable.'
There are pictures throughout the text to prove the things actually happened.
She meets her husband at college, and they are pretty nearly opposites, but they have been married now for 15+ years. Some of the funniest parts of the book are her conversations with her husband and the post-it notes she leaves him. OMG. Funny. He can be as absurd as she is. And meeting his family for the first time was priceless.
Within the book she talks about serious things in an upbeat way: infertility, miscarriages, then her daughter -- I knew her miscarriage heartbreak; anxiety disorder -- and how this plays out when she attends parties; OCD; weird moments in her life. I seem to remember where she says something like: high school exists so you know everything after that is better. (Only she says it better.)
One of the sweet things was her trip with other women bloggers, the first time she had met them in real life. Another was when one of these women helps her when her beloved dead dog is being disinterred by vultures.
I especially loved how she wrapped up the last part of the book.
"...most important, I see me...or rather, the me I've become. Because I can finally see that all the terrible parts of my life, the embarrassing parts, the incidents I wanted to pretend never happened, and the things that make me 'weird' and 'different,' were actually the most important parts of my life. They were the parts that made me me....Because you are defined not by life's imperfect moments, but by your reaction to them. Because there is joy in embracing -- rather than running screaming from -- the utter absurdity of life."
She is a woman worth knowing.