I have a new favorite book: Let's Pretend This Never Happened, by Jenny Lawson.
Of course, almost every book I finish is my favorite--until I read the next one. I have a new stack waiting that arrived yesterday. But for now, this one is tops. I get her. I really get her. That's the way I think when I write, even though I try to filter it to be somewhat socially acceptable.
I don't want to ruin it for you, in case you plan to read it. But let's just say that the tale of the magical talking squirrel had me laughing out loud. Inappropriately. I shared it with Genius. Who chuckled. Out loud. And added, "That is SO wrong!" And then chuckled some more. I must say, it puts my experience of being on the receiving end of a possibly rabid chipmunk's teeth to shame. In game of poker, Ms. Lawson would have me soundly beat. Her straight flush to my mixed-suit hand of nothing, high card seven.
Check it out. How can you resist that cover? Unless, perhaps, you are currently dealing with a rodent infestation, Or have lost a loved one to the hantavirus. Or loathe drama in any form.