It would appear that we’re all totally weird, and none of us have any idea what is going on. This is what the book shelves tell me. I’m missing a window shade (pictured above), so clearly I have some major room to grow.
I’ve noticed this generation of book written by women… they’re the sort of books that bat around the idea that the ‘I have no idea what’s going on, or how to be an adult, but I’ve figured a few things out throughout the few years I’ve lived as a young weirdo, and these are those things.’ What is this phenomenon? I think it has everything to do with vulnerability and reliability… and how those things are scary and exhilarating for both the author and the reader. I can appreciate that in a twentysomething coming-of-age story.
There’s Adulting, in which Kelly Williams Brown gives all sorts of helpful hints on adulthood from how to be a class act, to… you know, how to keep a houseplant alive for more than two days. I need this book. The plant pictured above is long-dead.
In Everything Is Perfect When You’re a Liar, Kelly Oxford recounts a coming-of-age story that is totally relatable if you’re a girl that is breathing air. This is my next read.
Don’t Worry, It Gets Worse is written by Alida Nugent. I stood in the book store reading this book and there was an Arrested Development reference by page ten. Sold. It’s about real life: bills, laundry, and really bad wine-tasting parties. You know how it s.
If I were to write this sort of book… which I totally could, because I generally have no idea what to do with myself, my book might be called There’s A Pound of Butter In My Purse, and other weird things that are true.
I’m also thinking of a book titled something like I Didn’t Shave My Legs For This Date On Purpose.
How about I Made You Peanut Butter Cookies Then I Pretended To Forget To Give Them To You So I Ate Them All Myself. Too long? At least you know the sort of person you’re dealing with.
Tomorrow, Cherry Pie!
photo by lani trock