The author’s colloquial narrative style may not suit the linear-narrative crowd, but this isn’t for them. For example, she chronicles a mix-up at the post office that left her with a “big ol’ sack filled with a dozen small squishy penises smiley faces painted on them.” It’s not all laughs, though, as the author addresses her ongoing battle with both physical and mental illness, including a trial of transcranial magnetic stimulation, a relatively new therapy for people who suffer from treatment-resistant depression. “I have managed to fuck shit up in shockingly impressive ways and still be considered a fairly acceptable person,” writes Lawson, who has made something of an art form out of awkward confessionals. While Furiously Happy centered on the idea of making good mental health days exceptionally good, her latest celebrates the notion that being broken is beautiful-or at least nothing to be ashamed of.

This book is another solid collection of humorous musings on everyday life, or at least the life of a self-described “super introvert” who has a fantastic imagination and dozens of chosen spirit animals. Longtime fans of the author’s prose know that the destinations really aren’t the point it’s the laugh-out-loud, tears-streaming-down-your-face journeys that make her writing so irresistible. Whether on her award-winning blog or in the pages of her bestselling books, she reliably takes readers to places they weren’t even aware they wanted to go-e.g., shopping for dog condoms or witnessing what appears to be a satanic ritual. The Bloggess is back to survey the hazards and hilarity of imperfection.

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