I had never heard of Jenny Lawson, but I read her new book
in 2016 after reading the reviews on Amazon and thinking that I should read her
work. So I bought that one and read it quickly, and I laughed and laughed much
much more than I normally do for books, even humor books.
So of course I had to buy her other book that predated that
one. And so I did, and I read it and I laughed and laughed, but not quite as
much as I did with the other one. I’m not sure if that is chalked up to
laughing fatigue or if the newer one is really better.
I think it comes down to a couple of things. This one is
more real. Where Furiousley Happy is a bit more light-hearted, this speaks
directly to the author’s mental illness(s), and it makes it a bit harder to
laugh with/at her. The second is that there is a good chance that she found her
voice and is more confident with it.
Neither of which is to denigrate this book. It is still
funny and fun to read and I am going to pass it on to my friends. But when I
do, I’ll just have to say how much the other one is better when they give this
back to me with a smile on their face.
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