I recently read the final chapters of Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess.
Jenny’s blog has an international readership and I am a fan. This made reading her book like a fan-girl experience for me, which is very rare.
Like most of Jenny’s posts, the stories and phrasing in this book triggered some awe; there were many loud guffaws, snorts, and more than a few cringes. Like some posts The Bloggess has shared through the years, there were stories where I shed an empathetic tear or two.
It’s a 5 star ribald and wandering open window into an alien world. I personally can’t relate to anything Jenny presents in this memoir. I personally related to everything Jenny presents in this memoir. How is that possible? I’ve never been to Texas and only once stepped into a taxidermist shop.
That’s the beauty of good writing and great storytelling. The words on the page traveled through my psyche as a reader, a reader the author probably never imagined would read her book. It’s not that Jenny and I couldn’t be friends if we were neighbors or met at a PTA function but logistically that would never happen. She’s in Texas, I’m in Oregon and my PTA days were in New Jersey.
I now plan to have this book forever perched on my desk so any time I see one of those prompts to pick up the closest book and turn to page #, sentence #, I’ll have a random sentence and paragraphs to enhance the content. I usually avoid those prompts but now feel I’ll enjoy using this book.
This memoir allowed me to be a reader, and that’s a wonderful opportunity for a writer. I am glad This Mostly True Memoir happened even if it did take eleven years, and I am totally glad I happened upon it in a local bookshop.