Jenny Lawson
Furiously Happy
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The poignant and hilarious memoir by the internationally bestselling author of Let's Pretend This Never Happened.
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The poignant and hilarious memoir by the internationally bestselling author of Let's Pretend This Never Happened.
Produktdetails
- Produktdetails
- Verlag: Pan Macmillan
- Seitenzahl: 352
- Erscheinungstermin: 16. Juni 2016
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 198mm x 131mm x 27mm
- Gewicht: 248g
- ISBN-13: 9781447238348
- ISBN-10: 1447238346
- Artikelnr.: 42786962
- Verlag: Pan Macmillan
- Seitenzahl: 352
- Erscheinungstermin: 16. Juni 2016
- Englisch
- Abmessung: 198mm x 131mm x 27mm
- Gewicht: 248g
- ISBN-13: 9781447238348
- ISBN-10: 1447238346
- Artikelnr.: 42786962
Jenny Lawson is an award-winning humorist known for her great candor in sharing her struggle with mental illness. She lives in Texas with her husband and daughter and was constantly "buying too many books" ("Not a real thing," she insists), so she decided to skip the middleman and just started her own bookshop, which also serves booze because books and booze are what magic is made of. She has previously written Let's Pretend This Never Happened and Furiously Happy, both of which were #1 New York Times bestsellers. She also wrote You Are Here, which inexplicably made it onto the New York Times bestseller list in spite of the fact that it was basically a very fun coloring book. She would like to be your friend unless you're a real asshole. And yes, she realizes that this whole paragraph is precisely the reason she shouldn't be allowed to write her own bio.
A Series of Unfortunate Disclaimers
Note from the Author
Furiously Happy. Dangerously Sad.
I've Found a Kindred Soul and He Has a Very Healthy Coat
My Phone Is More Fun to Hang Out with Than Me
I Have a Sleep Disorder and It's Probably Going to Kill Me or Someone Else
How Many Carbs are in a Foot?
Pretend You're Good at It
George Washington's Dildo
I'm Not Psychotic. I Just Need to Get in Front of You in Line.
Why Would I Want to Do More When I'm Already Doing So Well at Nothing?
What I Say to My Shrink vs. What I Mean
LOOK AT THIS GIRAFFE
The Fear
Skinterventions and Bangtox
It's Like Your Pants Are Bragging at Me
Nice Bass
It's Hard to Tell Which of Us Is Mentally Ill
I Left My Heart in San Francisco. (But Replace "San Francisco" with "Near
the Lemur House" and Replace "Heart" with a Sad Question Mark.)
Stock up on Snow Globes. The Zombie Apocalypse Is Coming.
Appendix: An Interview with the Author
I'm Turning into a Zombie One Organ at a Time
Cats Are Selfish Yawners and They're Totally Getting Away with It
Koalas Are Full of Chlamydia
Voodoo Vagina
The World Needs to Go on a Diet. Literally.
Crazy Like a Reverse Fox
An Essay on Parsley, Wasabi, Cream Cheese, and Soup
And Then I Got Three Dead Cats in the Mail
Things I May Have Accidentally Said During Uncomfortable Silences
My Skeleton Is Potaterrific
It's Called "Catouflage"
We're Better Than Galileo. Because He's Dead.
Things My Father Taught Me
I'm Going to Die. Eventually.
And This Is Why I Prefer to Cut My Own Hair
It's All in How You Look at It (The Book of Nelda)
Well at Least Your Nipples Are Covered
Death by Swans Is Not as Glamorous as You'd Expect
The Big Quiz
Cat Lamination
That Baby Was Delicious
These Cookies Know Nothing of My Work
It Might Be Easier. But It Wouldn't Be Better.
Epilogue: Deep in the Trenches
Acknowledgments
Note from the Author
Furiously Happy. Dangerously Sad.
I've Found a Kindred Soul and He Has a Very Healthy Coat
My Phone Is More Fun to Hang Out with Than Me
I Have a Sleep Disorder and It's Probably Going to Kill Me or Someone Else
How Many Carbs are in a Foot?
Pretend You're Good at It
George Washington's Dildo
I'm Not Psychotic. I Just Need to Get in Front of You in Line.
Why Would I Want to Do More When I'm Already Doing So Well at Nothing?
What I Say to My Shrink vs. What I Mean
LOOK AT THIS GIRAFFE
The Fear
Skinterventions and Bangtox
It's Like Your Pants Are Bragging at Me
Nice Bass
It's Hard to Tell Which of Us Is Mentally Ill
I Left My Heart in San Francisco. (But Replace "San Francisco" with "Near
the Lemur House" and Replace "Heart" with a Sad Question Mark.)
Stock up on Snow Globes. The Zombie Apocalypse Is Coming.
Appendix: An Interview with the Author
I'm Turning into a Zombie One Organ at a Time
Cats Are Selfish Yawners and They're Totally Getting Away with It
Koalas Are Full of Chlamydia
Voodoo Vagina
The World Needs to Go on a Diet. Literally.
Crazy Like a Reverse Fox
An Essay on Parsley, Wasabi, Cream Cheese, and Soup
And Then I Got Three Dead Cats in the Mail
Things I May Have Accidentally Said During Uncomfortable Silences
My Skeleton Is Potaterrific
It's Called "Catouflage"
We're Better Than Galileo. Because He's Dead.
Things My Father Taught Me
I'm Going to Die. Eventually.
And This Is Why I Prefer to Cut My Own Hair
It's All in How You Look at It (The Book of Nelda)
Well at Least Your Nipples Are Covered
Death by Swans Is Not as Glamorous as You'd Expect
The Big Quiz
Cat Lamination
That Baby Was Delicious
These Cookies Know Nothing of My Work
It Might Be Easier. But It Wouldn't Be Better.
Epilogue: Deep in the Trenches
Acknowledgments
A Series of Unfortunate Disclaimers
Note from the Author
Furiously Happy. Dangerously Sad.
I've Found a Kindred Soul and He Has a Very Healthy Coat
My Phone Is More Fun to Hang Out with Than Me
I Have a Sleep Disorder and It's Probably Going to Kill Me or Someone Else
How Many Carbs are in a Foot?
Pretend You're Good at It
George Washington's Dildo
I'm Not Psychotic. I Just Need to Get in Front of You in Line.
Why Would I Want to Do More When I'm Already Doing So Well at Nothing?
What I Say to My Shrink vs. What I Mean
LOOK AT THIS GIRAFFE
The Fear
Skinterventions and Bangtox
It's Like Your Pants Are Bragging at Me
Nice Bass
It's Hard to Tell Which of Us Is Mentally Ill
I Left My Heart in San Francisco. (But Replace "San Francisco" with "Near
the Lemur House" and Replace "Heart" with a Sad Question Mark.)
Stock up on Snow Globes. The Zombie Apocalypse Is Coming.
Appendix: An Interview with the Author
I'm Turning into a Zombie One Organ at a Time
Cats Are Selfish Yawners and They're Totally Getting Away with It
Koalas Are Full of Chlamydia
Voodoo Vagina
The World Needs to Go on a Diet. Literally.
Crazy Like a Reverse Fox
An Essay on Parsley, Wasabi, Cream Cheese, and Soup
And Then I Got Three Dead Cats in the Mail
Things I May Have Accidentally Said During Uncomfortable Silences
My Skeleton Is Potaterrific
It's Called "Catouflage"
We're Better Than Galileo. Because He's Dead.
Things My Father Taught Me
I'm Going to Die. Eventually.
And This Is Why I Prefer to Cut My Own Hair
It's All in How You Look at It (The Book of Nelda)
Well at Least Your Nipples Are Covered
Death by Swans Is Not as Glamorous as You'd Expect
The Big Quiz
Cat Lamination
That Baby Was Delicious
These Cookies Know Nothing of My Work
It Might Be Easier. But It Wouldn't Be Better.
Epilogue: Deep in the Trenches
Acknowledgments
Note from the Author
Furiously Happy. Dangerously Sad.
I've Found a Kindred Soul and He Has a Very Healthy Coat
My Phone Is More Fun to Hang Out with Than Me
I Have a Sleep Disorder and It's Probably Going to Kill Me or Someone Else
How Many Carbs are in a Foot?
Pretend You're Good at It
George Washington's Dildo
I'm Not Psychotic. I Just Need to Get in Front of You in Line.
Why Would I Want to Do More When I'm Already Doing So Well at Nothing?
What I Say to My Shrink vs. What I Mean
LOOK AT THIS GIRAFFE
The Fear
Skinterventions and Bangtox
It's Like Your Pants Are Bragging at Me
Nice Bass
It's Hard to Tell Which of Us Is Mentally Ill
I Left My Heart in San Francisco. (But Replace "San Francisco" with "Near
the Lemur House" and Replace "Heart" with a Sad Question Mark.)
Stock up on Snow Globes. The Zombie Apocalypse Is Coming.
Appendix: An Interview with the Author
I'm Turning into a Zombie One Organ at a Time
Cats Are Selfish Yawners and They're Totally Getting Away with It
Koalas Are Full of Chlamydia
Voodoo Vagina
The World Needs to Go on a Diet. Literally.
Crazy Like a Reverse Fox
An Essay on Parsley, Wasabi, Cream Cheese, and Soup
And Then I Got Three Dead Cats in the Mail
Things I May Have Accidentally Said During Uncomfortable Silences
My Skeleton Is Potaterrific
It's Called "Catouflage"
We're Better Than Galileo. Because He's Dead.
Things My Father Taught Me
I'm Going to Die. Eventually.
And This Is Why I Prefer to Cut My Own Hair
It's All in How You Look at It (The Book of Nelda)
Well at Least Your Nipples Are Covered
Death by Swans Is Not as Glamorous as You'd Expect
The Big Quiz
Cat Lamination
That Baby Was Delicious
These Cookies Know Nothing of My Work
It Might Be Easier. But It Wouldn't Be Better.
Epilogue: Deep in the Trenches
Acknowledgments