Furiously Happy doesn’t need my praise (but it gets it)

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I was not paid for writing this review. I bring it to you simply out of the goodness of my heart. Oh, and an Amazon affiliate link. There is that.

Furiously Happy Jenny Lawson

Furiously Happy: A Funny Book about Horrible Things, by Jenny Lawson ($26.99)

In Furiously Happy, #1 New York Times bestselling author Jenny Lawson explores her lifelong battle with mental illness. A hysterical, ridiculous book about crippling depression and anxiety? That sounds like a terrible idea.

But terrible ideas are what Jenny does best.

As Jenny says:

“Some people might think that being ‘furiously happy’ is just an excuse to be stupid and irresponsible and invite a herd of kangaroos over to your house without telling your husband first because you suspect he would say no since he’s never particularly liked kangaroos. And that would be ridiculous because no one would invite a herd of kangaroos into their house. Two is the limit. I speak from personal experience. My husband says that none is the new limit. I say he should have been clearer about that before I rented all those kangaroos.

“Most of my favorite people are dangerously fucked-up but you’d never guess because we’ve learned to bare it so honestly that it becomes the new normal. Like John Hughes wrote in The Breakfast Club, ‘We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it.’ Except go back and cross out the word ‘hiding.'”

Furiously Happy is about “taking those moments when things are fine and making them amazing, because those moments are what make us who we are, and they’re the same moments we take into battle with us when our brains declare war on our very existence. It’s the difference between “surviving life” and “living life”. It’s the difference between “taking a shower” and “teaching your monkey butler how to shampoo your hair.” It’s the difference between being “sane” and being “furiously happy.”

Lawson is beloved around the world for her inimitable humor and honesty, and in Furiously Happy, she is at her snort-inducing funniest. This is a book about embracing everything that makes us who we are – the beautiful and the flawed – and then using it to find joy in fantastic and outrageous ways. Because as Jenny’s mom says, “Maybe ‘crazy’ isn’t so bad after all.” Sometimes crazy is just right.

If you don’t know who Jenny Lawson is, I feel bad for you. She’s awesome, in a twisted and wonderful sort of way. You definitely want to know who she is. Trust me on that.

Anywho, this is Book #2 for Lawson and, let me tell you, I’m hoping for more, more, more.

I read Furiously Happy in about three days. It took me that long because I read so much of it out loud, as I simply had to share the hilarity with someone. It seemed somewhat selfish to hysterically laugh all to myself.

Truth be told, this is not really a book that I need to (or can) review. It stands on its own, loudly and proudly. But…while it certainly doesn’t need my praise, perhaps it wants it. Far be it from me to let it down.

Furiously Happy, you are utterly and undeniably amazing. I give you a standing ovation. Five stars! Kudos! Stupendous! Magnifica! Brava!

That should cover it.

Reading anything that Lawson has written is pure bliss for me. Her mind works in marvelously mysterious ways, and we are lucky enough to get the end result. This is a book that will occupy hallowed space on my bookshelf — one of those spaces that are reserved for “forever” books, the ones I can never part with and can never lend out because they are just too important to me.

Get a copy of Furiously Happy. You’ll thank me.

You’re welcome.

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