Book Description
Pinterest. Foodies. Anne Frank’s underwear. New York Times bestselling author Laurie Notaro—rightfully hailed as “the funniest writer in the solar system” (The Miami Herald)—spares nothing and no one, least of all herself, in this uproarious new collection of essays on rudeness. With the sardonic, self-deprecating wit that makes us all feel a little better about ourselves for identifying with her, Laurie explores her recent misadventures and explains why it’s not her who is nuts, it’s them (and okay, sometimes it’s her too).
Whether confessing that her obsession with buying fabric has reached junior hoarder status or mistaking a friend’s heinous tattoo as temporary, Laurie puts her unique spin—sometimes bizarre, always entertaining—on the many perils of modern living in a mannerless society. From shuddering at the graphic Harry Potter erotica conjured up at a writer’s group to lamenting the sudden ubiquity of quinoa (“It looks like larvae no matter how you cook it”), The Potty Mouth at the Table is whip-smart, unpredictable, and hilarious. In other words, irresistibly Laurie.
About the Author
Laurie Notaro was born in Brooklyn, New York, then spent the remainder of her formative years in Phoenix, where she created something of a checkered past. She is the New York Timesbestselling author of The Idiot Girls’ Action Adventure Club, Autobiography of a Fat Bride, I Love Everybody and Other Atrocious Lies, We Thought You Would Be Prettier, Idiot Girls’ Christmas, There’s a Slight Chance I Might Be Going to Hell, The Idiot Girls and the Flaming Tantrum of Death, Spooky Little Girl, and It Looked Different on the Model. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona.
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MY THOUGHTS
ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT
When ever I am having a bad day, I just tune into Laurie and she never fails to brighten everything around me. She starts off with one of my favorites about her hobo that lives in the alley way behind her house. Now, normally, someone living in your bushes would really be a horror story, but she changes all that and makes you really seriously contemplate getting your own alley complete with a hobo. We also get to meet Ambien Laurie and if you have seen her Facebook posts, you will really enjoy this. I would love to get Ambien Laurie in a room with Ambien Jen Lancaster and just watch the fun explode. That would be a seriously wild conversation.
I really want to hunt down the “poet” who called Laurie a “potty mouth” on a humorist panel. I think she rightly did not name this guy since her fans would hunt down and berate this guy, possibly some of her really hard core fans might even get all “stabby” to quote Jen Lancaster. This book is a bit of a transition for the author since she has moved from Phoenix to Eugene. One thing I have learned that I never want to travel with her since she is a bit of a nervous flyer and her run-in with the wonderful TSA people makes you really wonder if they are looking for terrorists or just want to hassle people.
Did you also know that there are people who collect fabric? Much like others collect figurines, Laurie has developed somewhat of a hoarder instinct when it comes to cheap fabric. I only have that issue with books. The last story in this book relates a serious and wonderfully touching epitaph about losing your best friend. I almost think she grew up a bit in this book. Now, how much longer until I get another bunch of stories? I guess I just will continue stalking her on Facebook.
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