Oh, come on, tell me you wouldn’t be at least a little curious about a book with a title like that!
Blogger Jen Mann gives us one of many short lists of people who rouse her ire on a regular basis:
â€¢ anyone who feels the need to bling her washer and dryer
â€¢ people who treat their pets like children
Look, everyone has their hot button issues, it’s just that most of us are too polite to talk about them in mixed company or splash it around the Internet. Mann has no problem with that. Or, as she puts it, no filter.
In People I Want to Punch in the Throat we get to read her unvarnished (and sometimes unflattering) experiences with online dating, the wedding that was the result of those AOL days, their move to the suburbs and the kids they are raising there. Once kids are in the mix we get the real meaty stories: everything from playgroup politics to room mom megalomaniacs.
Now, I’m not a mother nor do I have any aspirations to be one, but I’d like to think that–were I ever beamed up to the mothership–that this is the type of mother I’d be. Snarky, witty, and usually ready to call people on their bull. I wouldn’t necessarily keep my craft stash hidden in the basement, of course, but a lot of the other stuff I could so see myself saying/doing.
Of course, that’s what makes ‘People’ such a delight to read: seeing ourselves, or at least the selves we’d hope to be, in someone else’s words makes us feel slightly less different-in-a-bad-way. Know what I mean?
The essays in this book are quick reads, so you could really draw it out and savor it. At the same time, each one is so entertaining that I found myself tapping to get to the next page, and Jen’s next exploit, the advancing clock be damned and my need for 7 hours of sleep forgotten!
So mark your calendars, ladies, becauseÂ People I Want to Punch in the Throat is set to be released on September 9th and this is one you’re going to want to pick up.
I was providedÂ a digital copy ofÂ People I Want to Punch in the ThroatÂ for the purpose of review. All opinions expressed are my own.