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JENERATION X: One Reluctant Adult's Attempt to Unarrest Her Arrested Development, or Why It's Never Too Late for Her Dumb Ass to Learn Why Froot Loops Are Not for Dinner by Jen Lancaster
350 pages, hardcover
Available now (May 2012)
Publisher: NAL Hardcover
Review copy purchased
Jen is finally ready to put away childish things (except her Barbie Styling Head, of course) and embrace the investment-making,mortgage-carrying, life-insurance-having adult she's become. From getting a mammogram to volunteering at a halfway house, she tackles the grown-up activities she's resisted for years, and with each rite of passage she complete, she'll uncover a valuable--and probably humiliating--life lesson that will ease her path to full-fledged, if reluctant, adulthood.
Long ago, I got hooked on Jen Lancaster's blog, Jennsylvania.com and her memoirs, starting with Bitter is the New Black. Five books followed, each funnier than the next. So, when she announced her next book was going to be a "I'm an adult, how the hell did that happen" kind of book, I immediately pre-ordered it (Hey, Jen! Where's my signed bookplate? Come on, girl!).
And, when it arrived yesterday, finished it in one night.
Oh, Jen. You, with your eccentric and tolerant husband, Fletch and band of rescued, misfit, completely hilarious critters (three dogs--two "lick you to death" pitbulls and one shamefully confused half-poodle--and a plethora of cats--a dirty old man and a cranky old lady who sadly take their leave before the book is finished, and multiple feral kittens-cum-snugglebunnies, nicknamed the Thundercats, a story in and of itself). You with your snark and obsession with all things preppy, plaid, and pearls. You make me laugh.
Of course, it could never work between us. Our political views butt heads, you being so staunchly Republican and me...not. But we could still shop together at Target and Whole Foods, you could ramble on about the vagaries of suburban (Lake Forest) versus urban (Chicago--Logan Square) lifestyles, and we'd laugh at the ridiculousness of our respective critters. Then we could knock back a couple of your killer cocktails and belt out some Journey at the top of our lungs while embarrassing poor Fletch. It'd be awesome.
Or, hey, you could come down to South Carolina and I'll take you to the Carolina Cup, where every girl's dressed to the nines (Lily Pulitzer is a favorite) and most of the guys don seersucker and bowties. Then we'll knock back some of my killer cocktails while wondering if there are horses at this horse race (SC joke). You in?
Yeah, so this turned into a rambling, non-speed date. More of a dinner date. If you're looking for something different and you like snarky/bossy/funny, check out Jen Lancaster's books! Available on Amazon | IndieBound