Recently, I finished reading the book Furiously Happy by Jenny Lawson, and I needs to talk about it.
First of all, let me say that I picked up this book after it was suggested to me by a fellow blogger. I was going through a little bit of a writing slump and this person suggested Furiously Happy as well as The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck (I tried to get this one from the library but I was hold# 705/705 and I don’t have that kind of patience). I can’t remember which post it was, or who suggested it, but whoever you were – thank you! I loved it! I will accept any other suggestions you might have for books. Although right now I’m reading Alan Alda’s two biographies so gimme a few weeks, ok? Great! Thanks.
I had never really heard of Jenny Lawson before I started reading this book – shocking I know. I have a few other blogging friends who mentioned her blog but I had yet to jump into the deep end with her. I have since remedied that situation, don’t worry. Ya’ll can Hakuna your tatas because the situation has been fixed. I promise.
While reading this book, I went through a lot of emotions.
One of the first emotions I felt was anger. Complete un-adulterated anger. Hear me out people: if you don’t have a bookmark, use your library return slip, or a piece of paper, or (like me and this book) use the jacket cover. DON’T FOLD OVER THE PAGES! You are literally killing the book. The book now hates you and has to live with the scars from your terror for the rest of its life. Why must you inflict such pain and devastation on a book? What did it ever do to you?! And if folding over the corner of the page wasn’t enough – some monster folded over the entire length of the page!! Like it was about an inch into the paper and the entire length of the book!!!! WHO RAISED YOU TO THINK THAT WAS OK?!?!?!?! Some people’s children…I tell ya! *scoffs*
Once I got over my fiery rage, I actually loved this book. It was amazing. I am such a fan of books like this and I rank it up there with Mindy Kaling’s books. I loved the honesty, the giggles, the deep desire to read “just one more chapter” until it was so late at night I probably could have just stayed up because it was technically morning so why not? Let’s be clear: I didn’t, I’m a super cranky panda if I don’t get enough sleep – but I could have.
One of my favourite parts of the book was also one of the most emotional. There is a chapter (chapter? essay? part? I don’t even know you guys) called “Folder 24” and I literally was crying by the end of reading it. If you haven’t read the book, I don’t want to spoil that for you, but get your tissues. Just keep them the whole time because you will either be crying tears of happiness or sadness through the whole book.
I also enjoyed the Appendix, which was in the middle of the book. Right away this is like completely B.A.N.A.N.A.S – the kind of bananas that I need and want in my life. But also, because I found the (chapter? essay? part?) to be the one that kind of opened my eyes a little bit more.
I’ve written a little bit about my mom and her mental state, and I have a super best friend A who struggles with mental health as well. Reading the Appendix in the middle of the book allowed me to see their mental struggle from a totally different point of view. I wish I had read it years ago so that I could have started to understand my mom better and possibly build a stronger relationship with her. But we’re working on it now so that’s what matters. This book really helped to put my own opinions into a totally different context, and for that, Jenny, I am forever grateful.
Winner: me for reading this book, having all the giggles, and for opening my mind.