“You should just accept who you are, flaws and all, because if you try to be someone you aren’t, then eventually some turkey is going to shit all over your well-crafted facade, so you might as well save yourself the effort and enjoy your zombie books.”
Jenny Lawson grew up out in the country in west Texas with a practical mother… and a father who would wake up his daughters at 2am to see a ‘magical’ squirrel that is actually a dead squirrel he is using as a puppet after he took out it’s insides while the blood is still dripping down his arm. Also, in case that sounds grosser than it should, he’s a taxidermist. So really, its not that gross… he does that sort of thing all day anyway. Hell, he gets paid for it! At least, that’s the kind of logic that you should live by if you read this book, which you should, because it’s pretty damn funny.
Lawson’s book is a collection of stories about her quirky life, mostly embarrassing and amusing moments that she brought upon herself (but sometimes not, when her father is involved) through her imagination, sense of humor and slight OCD. Everything from accidentally getting her arm stuck while learning to artificiality inseminate a cow in high school, to long illogical fights with her husband about leaving towels on the floor which end up being arguments about the zombie apocalypse.
I read this book by not reading it, some people call it cheating but I call it paying more than you would pay for a paperback to listen to a book being read to you thank you very much, which in short is called the Audiobook. Lawson even recognizes this fact in the beginning of her book and thanks the reader (listener), which I appreciate because yea, audiobooks can be a lot of money and it’s nice to be thanked sometimes.
My actual point here is that some books really succeed as audiobooks (see previous review of World War Z) and this is definitely one of them. Hearing Lawson talk about thinking there are Chupacabras in her walls or making her stuffed french pirate alligator talk to a stewardess on a plane, cannot be more funny than when it is said in her voice. I have witnessed the Chupacabra fever that grips Texans and actually attended the armadillo races that her father loves. So that probably gives me a little more familiarity with her humorous anecdotes. But really, anyone would find this book funny because Chupacabras and talking stuffed alligators are funny. That my friends, is just a fact.