I’ve been a long-time reader of “The Bloggess”, so when I found out that its author had a book coming out, I was pretty excited. I put it on hold and then waited. And waited. And then finally I got my hands on a copy and was not disappointed. I was a bit surprised, though, to find that it was more of a straightforward memoir than I was expecting. I had assumed that it would be mostly entries from her blog, so I figured I would have read most of the book already. I was wrong. But in a good way. Lawson takes it all the way back to her rather unusual childhood in Western Texas and reveals the numerous speed-bumps along the way. From her experiences with her eccentric taxidermist father, to her struggles with OCD and anxiety, all the way to raising a child with her long-suffering husband, Victor; nothing is held back. The result is a hilarious, if painful, tale of acceptance and healing.