My most recent read turned out to be a dud, and I won’t put any stinking two-star books on this blog. So today, instead of sharing a book that isn’t worth your time, I am reblogging this extremely droll (and very well written) book, which will be released next month. Put in an order for a copy, or keep your eyeballs peeled! It’s a good one.
Writing humor is risky business. If one writes mainstream fiction or nonfiction and the book is not well reviewed, of course it hurts–writing is always personal, at some level–but few things are as painful as the I-thought-this-was-going-to-be-funny review. In writing about her own family and friends, albeit with a few small changes to protect the privacy of the individuals concerned, Antonia Murphy takes her bleeding heart in her own two hands and offers it up to the public for consumption.
Personally, I have never laughed so hard in my life, or at least not recently. My thanks go to her and to the Goodreads first reads program for the ARC.
If my earlier reference to Murphy and the bleeding heart made you wince, you won’t want to read her book, either, because it has lots of gooey, graphic, gross stuff in it. It is edgy humor out there on the…
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