My rating: (4 / 5)
This is such a funny book.
I don’t know if you read Jen Mann’s blog, but this collection of essays is written in the same light, snarky, conversational style. Her personality is unique, and might be abrasive to some, but not me. We have the same sense of humour, so for me it works.
Jen is stuck in suburbia with a bunch of does-it-all-perfectly moms surrounding her. The stepford wife kind. She sort of lives on Wisteria Lane, but is that neighbor that only makes it into minor subplots, but only because they want to highlight how she doesn’t quite fit in.
I don’t usually fit in either, and I definitely don’t do everything perfectly, though I may be a bit more of a crafter than Jen is. I also am envious of her housekeeper and yard service, damnit. I don’t want to do those things either, I just can’t afford help, even if we do only eat out when we have a half off coupon.
At any rate, this is funny. You might relate. I really liked it. Read it, read her blog, make your own judgements.
Also, I was reading the acknowledgements when I came across this little bit:
“Thank you to my local McDonald’s for having the most delicious Coke on the planet and free refills and ’80s music on a loop because nothing inspires me like caffeine and Bananarama.”
Richard and I had just an hour before, while sipping bubbly goodness from a straw, been having the discussion of happiness at dollar drink days being back because clearly our local McD’s has the best coke (and diet coke for me!) How does that grease-soaked place make fountain drinks SO GOOD?? I suspect black magic.