The subtitle for Furiously Happy is “A Funny Book About Horrible Things” and it is exactly that. There isn’t a cohesive narrative to the chapters (and some chapters can only dubiously be called cohesive themselves) but this isn’t exactly an anthology either. I think “conglomeration” might be suitable. This review will also be more personal than my usual because everything about this book is personal, a life and soul simultaneously laid bare and clothed in humor. Because human beings are contradictory bastards.
1—Laughing About Things That Should Not Be Funny
Because seriously, some of the things in this book are just awful, like bleeding feet and chlamydia, but Jenny Lawson just makes them hilarious. Because if she can laugh about it when she lived through it (not chlamydia, that’s the koalas) then I can laugh at it, and I can laugh at the horrible shit in my life too. And that’s the point, to learn to see the humor in the terrible things, and to learn to take joy both in spite of and because of all the screwed up stuff. Continue reading “Furiously Happy—Crazy Awesome and Awesomely Crazy”