Today I'm announcing that I sit squarely in the middle of the (band)wagon train that is celebrating the publication of Jenny Lawson's (aka the Bloggess) book, Let's Pretend This Never Happened. When my pre-ordered book arrived in Saturday's mail I almost tinkled with excitement. (Okay this is not necessarily a good description cause really, just about anything - good or bad, like when I jumped out of the chair to swat the retching cat off the new couch - can cause me to unexpectedly tinkle). I've heard about the book for months, but nothing prepared me for actually holding it in my hands. I don't know why, but it's not just another book to me. It is a woman's lifeblood, tears, joys, and life put down in words and shared with the world. I stand in awe of Jenny's success. It's a concrete example of what can happen when a writer tells his/her story. It's a dream that I dream, but lack the self discipline and self-esteem to think I could ever achieve.
I started reading The Bloggess blog after the metal chicken story went around the world. I was hooked from the start. There are times I cringe a little at the language. Not that I'm a prude, or haven't said the F word or V word in public. I just think it is often not needed to make a point, and sometimes it's overdone. But that's just me. I skip over the words I don't like. One of the things I like about Jenny is the way she shares her very real, very quirky, very honest truths. She appears to have learned how to accept then deal with her anxiety disorder and depression. I relate to that on a very personal level. There was a time in my life when depression ruled me, not the other way around. Now I talk about it without shame and sometimes even make jokes about it. Not in a mean way, but one that lets me be the boss of it. One that says there is light after the dark.
Last week I had no books on my bedside table. Today I have 4. Three of them are due back to the library on a given day. I can't decide whether to dive right into Jenny's memoir or put it in it's right place in the queue. I think it's going to be one of those books that when you read the last page, you want to start reading it all over again.
So here's to Jenny Lawson. Bravo!
And here's to dreaming impossible dreams, writing funny stories, sharing your truth and knowing deep down inside, even if it's only for a minute or two, that hope trumps fear.
If you need something funny to read, go grab a copy of Let's Pretend This Never Happened.
P.S. I'm only one of a kazillion Bloggess fans. This is an unsolicited review of a book I haven't even read yet, so you might want to throw some salt on it.