My review of Wonderfully Dysfunctional It Must Be Genetic…
Loved, loved, LOVED this book. It was fun, sentimental, honest, real, and incredibly witty. I know this much…during my first venture into this book, I wound up 1/4 of the way through it by the time I set it down. So, if I have one complaint, it’s that it goes by too darn quick.
However, Wonderfully Dysfunctional It Must Be Genetic is absolutely wonderful. It’s a quick read but it’s thoroughly enjoyable and evocative the entire way. The weird thing is, as I read each page and witnessed each interaction between Buffi and the people in her life, I couldn’t help but recognize the similarities between Buffi’s life and my own. It also sounded eerily like the life of an old friend, who coincidentally went by the name Buffy. Weird, right? I know.
Except, that’s why Wonderfully Dysfunctional It Must Be Genetic is so…readable. You can relate to it, or one of (or some of) the characters rings true, and the story itself just seems so…normal. In fact, it sounds so much like my normal, that I was left wondering if Buffi and her family is more normal than dysfunctional, or if my family is more dysfunctional than normal. Either way, I am anxiously awaiting the upcoming books in the series. Can’t wait, actually!
Buffi Lynn Neal is a free-spirited mother of two currently living in a small town in Central New Jersey. She earned her Masters of Computer Science from Lehigh University. She also holds a Bachelors of Science Degree in both Mathematics and Physics.Although Buffi spent twenty years working in the field of Computer Science she longed for the day that she could use her passion for writing to tell the unusual stories of her life.
Who am I? I’m a forgetful, kind-hearted, forty-plus year old mother of two who has great logic skills but spells worse than a fourth grader. I’m afraid of the dark and never shut my eyes in the shower. I bite my nails and peel my sunburn. Actually, I will peel anyone’s sunburn. I would rather stick hot burning embers in my eyes than take out the garbage and I would rather be comfortable than look good. Like my mother and grandmother, I love the beach.
I am much more than I can write and I can write much more than I am.
Buffi is currently working on the second memoir in her “Wonderfully Dysfunctional” series.
Books to come…..
At the age of nine I met my grandfather for the first time. It had been over twenty five years since my mother saw him. He arrived completely by surprise, bringing gifts for all, and was ready to be a part of our lives. I was the lucky one chosen to take a month trip to Florida with him. During the day it was ice cream, new clothes, and Disney World, and during the night it was something very unnatural. What my family did not know, was Grandpa Jack was a pedophile.
Breaking the Silence is part of the “Wonderfully Dysfunctional” memoir series. It’s the journey of a young girl who loved her grandpa so much that it would take thirty years, four deaths, two lawsuits, many lawyers and doctors before she would Break the Silence and tell her story of love and abuse through the eyes of a child.
It was 1982. I was only fourteen, and it was the year I learned about sex, drugs, love, and friendship. It was the year I became a woman and my mother became a person. It was the year of firsts for many of us; our first real kiss, first drink, first smoke, and first ride in the back of a police car.
We were a poor family living in a middle class neighborhood. The world was exciting and everything was new. I was a sponge soaking up all the good and the bad life had to offer. I learned that the child of an alcoholic has an unmistakable talent for holding their liquor, a teenager has the power to drive their parents to insanity, and if you turn your back on a friend you have turned your back on yourself.
1982 Out Past Curfew is part of the “Wonderfully Dysfunctional” memoir series. It’s about the coming of age, the struggle to understand your sexuality and accept your past. It’s about finding lifelong love and friendship from the most unexpected people. Many life lessons happened after curfew in 1982.
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