And the winner of best humor novel of 2012:
I tried so hard... I never
give up on books. Ever. It's not that Jenny Lawson doesn't have
interesting stories. It's just that she is a horrible writer. That she
rambles so incoherently that you forget what she's talking about half
the time, that her story doesn't seem to have any sort of coherent flow
at all, but instead just vomits itself onto the pages of a book, and
that I'm pretty sure most of it was taken from her Blog.
that she's not funny, it's that she tries so hard to make a joke out of
everything that she's trying to fit 5 jokes into every paragraph. It's
okay that every sentence isn't funny, I promise.
I actually read the
first few chapters of this book and found it enjoyable and funny. Then
she just... kept going. And the thing that is really frustrating is that
every single one of her stories is dramatized enough that she can
explain something as more interesting than it is. Which would be fine,
if it was actually proving to be a story worth telling otherwise.
Per example, she talks about getting stabbed by a chicken when, really, she just cut her finger on a piece of chicken breast.
of this would be great as a once in a while story, a dinner time
conversation, a daily blog read, but is absolutely horrible to read in a
300 page read of continuous rambling.
So, I made it 220 pages in
the book, and maybe that doesn't constitute a proper review for some of
you, but that's as far as I can do it. I literally forced myself through
the past 120 pages. Thank God it's over.
When it comes to Let's Pretend That Never Happened?
Go Ahead and Burn It.
Preferably before she publishes more unedited crap.