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Let's Pretend This Never Happened

(A Mostly True Memoir)

The #1 New York Times bestselling (mostly true) memoir from the hilarious author of Furiously Happy.

"Gaspingly funny and wonderfully inappropriate."-O, The Oprah Magazine

When Jenny Lawson was little, all she ever wanted was to fit in. That dream was cut short by her fantastically unbalanced father and a morbidly eccentric childhood. It did, however, open up an opportunity for Lawson to find the humor in the strange shame-spiral that is her life, and we are all the better for it.

In the irreverent Let's Pretend This Never Happened, Lawson's long-suffering husband and sweet daughter help her uncover the surprising discovery that the most terribly human moments-the ones we want to pretend never happened-are the very same moments that make us the people we are today. For every intellectual misfit who thought they were the only ones to think the things that Lawson dares to say out loud, this is a poignant and hysterical look at the dark, disturbing, yet wonderful moments of our lives.

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Praise for Let's Pretend This Never Happened

"Really funny."-Reese Witherspoon

"Even when I was funny, I wasn't this funny."-Augusten Burroughs, author of Running with Scissors and This Is How

"Lawson's self-deprecating humor is not only gaspingly funny and wonderfully inappropriate; it allows her to speak...in a real and raw way."-O, The Oprah Magazine

"Fucked up in the best possible way. Adorably offensive."-Jesus ( The author's hairdresser. You can tell him apart from that other Jesus because they pronounce their names differently.)

"Jenny Lawson is hilarious, snarky, witty, totally inappropriate, and 'Like Mother Teresa, Only Better.'"-Marie Claire

"[Lawson] writes with a rambling irreverence that makes you wish she were your best friend."-Entertainment Weekly

"The funniest memoir ever about a talking squirrel, anxiety disorder, couch etiquette, and more. Believe us, Lawson is hilarious."-Ladies' Home Journal

"GET READY. Jenny has such a disturbing, ill-mannered, rich sense of humor you will wonder, 'Am I the sick one for laughing?' Everyone I gave the book to confirmed: We must all be sick, because this book IS HYSTERICAL...and yet it was also strangely touching at times. It's one of my favorite books in the past five years."-Kathryn Stockett, # 1 New York Times bestselling author of The Help

"Funny, raunchy, and unexpectedly uplifting...Let's Pretend will leave you hoping that Lawson's next book happens and soon."-People

"Take one part David Sedaris and two parts Chelsea Handler and you'll have some inkling of the cockeyed humor of Jenny Lawson...[She] flaunts the sort of fearless comedic chops that will make you spurt Diet Coke through your nose."-Parade
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Known for her sardonic wit and her hysterically skewed outlook on life,
Jenny Lawson has made millions of people question their own sanity, as they found themselves admitting that they, too, often wondered why Jesus wasn’t classified as a zombie, or laughed to the point of bladder failure when she accidentally forgot that she mailed herself a cobra. Lawson’s blog (TheBloggess.com) is award-winning and extremely popular, and she is considered one of the funniest writers of our generation by at least three or four people.
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  • This book is a love letter to my family. It's about the surprising discovery that the most terribly human moments-the ones we want to pretend never happened-are the very same moments that make us who we are today. I've reserved the very best stories of my life for this book...to celebrate the strange, and to give thanks for the bizarre. Because you are defined not by life's imperfect moments, but by your reaction to them. And because there is joy in embracing-rather than running screaming from-the utter absurdity of life. I thank my family for teaching me that lesson. In spades.

    Why, Yes,
    There Is a Method
    to My Madness

    Introduction

    This book is totally true, except for the parts that aren't. It's basically like Little House on the Prairie but with more cursing. And I know, you're thinking, "But Little House on the Prairie was totally true!" and no, I'm sorry, but it wasn't. Laura Ingalls was a compulsive liar with no fact-checker, and probably if she was still alive today her mom would be saying, "I don't know how Laura came up with this whole 'I'm-a-small-girl-on-the-prairie' story. We lived in New Jersey with her aunt Frieda and our dog, Mary, who was blinded when Laura tried to bleach a lightning bolt on her forehead. I have no idea where she got the 'and we lived in a dugout' thing, although we did take her to Carlsbad Caverns once."

    And that's why I'm better than Laura Ingalls. Because my story is ninety percent accurate, and I really did live in a dugout.1 The reason this memoir is only mostly true instead of totally true is that I relish not getting sued. Also, I want my family to be able to say, "Oh, that never happened. Of course we never actually tossed her out of a moving car when she was eight. That's one of those crazy things that isn't quite the truth." (And they're right, because the truth is that I was nine. I was sitting on my mom's lap when my dad made a hard left, the door popped open, and I was tossed out like a sack full of kittens. My mom managed to grab my arm, which would have been helpful if my father had actually stopped the car, but apparently he didn't notice or possibly thought I'd just catch up, and so my legs were dragged through a parking lot that I'm pretty sure was paved with broken glass and used syringes. (I learned three lessons from this experience: One: that vehicle safety in the late seventies was not exceptional for children. Two: that you should always leave before the officials arrive, as the orangeish sting of the medicinal acid applied by a sadistic ambulance driver will hurt far worse than any injury you can sustain being dragged behind a car. And three: that "Don't make me come back there" is an empty threat, unless your father has been driving four hours with two screaming kids and he suddenly gets very quiet, in which case you should lock your door or at least remember to tuck and roll. I'm not saying he intentionally threw me out of a moving car, just that an opportunity presented itself and that my father is a dangerous man who shouldn't be trusted.)2

    Did you notice how, like, half of this introduction was a rambling parenthetical? That shit is going to happen all the time. I apologize in advance for that, and also for offending you, because you're going to get halfway through this book and giggle at non sequiturs about Hitler and abortions and poverty, and you'll feel superior to all the uptight, easily offended people who need to learn how to take a fucking joke, but then somewhere in here you'll read one random thing that you're sensitive about, and everyone else will think it's hysterical, but you'll think, "Oh, that is way over the line." I apologize for that one thing. Honestly, I don't know what I was thinking.

    1. I never actually lived in a dugout. But I did totally go to Carlsbad Caverns once.

    2. When I read these stories to friends I'm always shocked when they stop me to ask, "Wait, is that true?" during the most accurate of all of the stories
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Einband Taschenbuch
Seitenzahl 384
Erscheinungsdatum 05.03.2013
Sprache Englisch
ISBN 978-0-425-26101-9
Verlag Penguin LCC US
Maße (L/B/H) 20.8/13.8/2.5 cm
Gewicht 297 g
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von Kincaid am 29.12.2013
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Selten so gelacht. Was die Heldin in diesem Roman (ihrer Lebensgeschichte) so alles durchmacht, geht genauso oft unter die Gürtellinie wie auf die Lachmuskeln. Dabei ist es vor allem der Schreibstil, der unglaubliche Wortwitz und die diversen Anmerkungen der Lektoren (die natürlich nicht unkommentiert im Raum stehen bleiben), di... Selten so gelacht. Was die Heldin in diesem Roman (ihrer Lebensgeschichte) so alles durchmacht, geht genauso oft unter die Gürtellinie wie auf die Lachmuskeln. Dabei ist es vor allem der Schreibstil, der unglaubliche Wortwitz und die diversen Anmerkungen der Lektoren (die natürlich nicht unkommentiert im Raum stehen bleiben), die kein Auge trocken lassen. Unglaublich, was u.a. aus dem Thema Tierkörperpräparation (oder einfach nur Ausstopfen) herauszuholen ist! Einzigartig! Wer mal wieder herzlich lachen möchte, sollte sich dieses Buch nicht entgehen lassen.