Unbagging the Cats 1

Unbagging the Cats 1

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Val Highly Recommends...

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.


Stephen Hayes said...

You're a good salesperson. If this book was a steak, you're really selling the sizzle.

Sioux said...

I hope you're putting away money for your kids' therapy.It sounds like they're really forming some thick psychological scars...

Donna Volkenannt said...

The cover alone makes me want to buy it.

knancy said...

I love her blog! The funniest thing I think she ever wrote was about that big metal chicken knocking on the front door of her own house to terrorize her husband! OMG! I start laughing just thinking about it again.

Val said...

Funny you should mention that. I once had a grand plan to open a restaurant for selling just the sizzle. Oh, the money I could have made! Imagine my consternation when I discovered that the name of my proposed chain, Sizzler, was already in use.

Psychological scars build character. Toughen up, Buttercup! This ain't no rainbow-and-unicorn world.

You sound like my mother, who chastised me for telling The Pony that The Tooth Fairy was pissed, and she was coming to rip out ALL of his teeth for revenge. That made him think twice about his plan to hide his tooth, collect the money, and use that tooth over and over.

Darn that Tooth Fairy for leaving him money anyway when she couldn't find the tooth. I imagine that in her overworkedness she assumed it had fallen out of the wooden tooth holder and under the bed.

It IS hard to resist an imploring rodent in a cape, is it not?

That big metal chicken story was the only one I read off her blog. It is included in the book.

Hick would LOVE a big metal chicken. So that revenge would never work around here.