I went to the reading of my friend Jenny’s book “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened”.
I’ve gone out of my way to hatch a plan for her anxiety disorder and she comes to Georgia is a total douche.
Before you kick me in the esophagus on her behalf, give me a chance to explain.
Writing a story is hard.
Whether it’s Lifetime-movie-of-the-week dramatic of spleen-splitting humor, it’s difficult to tell a tale that stands out from the millions of others on shelves.
Then Jenny comes along.
She’s able to take topics that are serious at their core. Then wrap them in her hilarious presentation. They become universal and identifiable. Touchable. Real.
People realize that if this funny, loveable person can be full of her brand of crazy, it’s ok to admit that we all are.
And she’s an excellent writer.
It makes it very hard to be faced with the task of trying to write a tragic topic and infuse your humor in it. Why even bother?
If you haven’t read her book, you are a fool and we’re all mocking you behind your back. DO IT.
If you’re never been to her site, I’ll assume you’ve been in a coma and say SO HAVE I THAT IS NO EXCUSE!!