My rating: 4 of 5 stars
I want everyone I know to read this book.
Frequently, I found myself laughing out loud while reading, "Let's Pretend This Never Happened", sometimes waking my boyfriend in the middle of the night. Then I would have to explain to him that I couldn't get the image of an OCD, JAMS-wearing, raccoon named Rambo, frantically trying to wash a bar of soap in the bathroom sink until his little raccoon fingers turn pruney. This is the sort conversation you will have with others while reading this book.
Aside from the rollicking hilarity that fills the pages of Lawson's memoir, she also writes candidly about her anxiety disorder and her struggle living with RA. Lawson writes intimately about her inner monologue and how it frequently becomes her outer monologue, about becoming a mother, and about her relationship with her husband, Victor.
Lawson's memoir is a quick read, but it is generous with humor and honesty. By the end of the book you'll feel like you've become friends with Jenny, and if you follow her on Twitter and her blog, you really are.
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