Synopses & Reviews
Everyone’s favorite Idiot Girl, Laurie Notaro, is just trying to find the right fit, whether it’s in the adorable blouse that looks charming on the mannequin but leaves her in a literal bind or in her neighborhood after she’s shamefully exposed at a holiday party by delivering a low-quality rendition of “Jingle Bells.” Notaro makes misstep after riotous misstep as she shares tales of marriage and family, including stories about the dog-bark translator that deciphers Notaro’s and her husband’s own “woofs” a little too accurately, the emails from her mother with “FWD” in the subject line (“which in email code means Forecasting World Destruction”), and the dead-of-night shopping sprees and Devil Dog–devouring monkeyshines of a creature known as “Ambien Laurie.” At every turn, Notaro’s pluck and irresistible candor set the New York Times bestselling author on a journey that’s laugh-out-loud funny and utterly unforgettable.
"Trying to fit in sometimes literally can be daunting, but Notaro's attempts are hilariously captured in this collection. In 'Let It Bleed,' Notaro (Spooky Little Girl) takes on the bane of women everywhere: trying on clothes in a dressing room, with lighting ranges from 'cruel' to 'barbaric.' In 'She's a Pill,' it's not a physical hurdle Notaro must overcome but a mental one: her alter ago, 'Ambien Laurie,' who emerges when Notaro takes the sleeping pill that can cause people to act strangely in their sleep Notaro binges on junk food like a zombie and watches dreadful movies. Her relationship with her staunchly Republican parents, who live in Phoenix, Ariz., and are still dismayed that Notaro moved to Eugene, Ore., is most notably described in 'It's a Bomb,' when she flies in for her mother's birthday. Notaro regresses to rebellious daughter and her parents to their old overbearing selves, complete with Notaro's obsessively clean mother telling her, 'f you're going to shed, pick it up. Hair makes me gag.' Notaro's humor is self-deprecating without ever swaying into self-pity, and her situations are both specific and universal. (July)" Publishers Weekly Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
"Hysterical...Notaro’s wicked sense of humor shines through." Las Vegas Review
"Bitingly funny...Notaro, who had us at The Idiot Girls’ Action-Adventure Club and We Thought You’d Be Prettier, has put out a comedic killer yet again." BUST Magazine
"Laurie Notaro is absolutely hilarious. You never see the jokes coming. They’re always organic to her writing, and it makes her a joy to read." Justin Halpern, author of Sh*t My Dad Says
"If her books don’t inspire pants-wetting fits of laughter, then please consult your physician, because, clearly, your funny bone is broken." Jen Lancaster, author of Pretty in Plaid
"Whenever I pick up a book by Laurie Notaro, I know I’ll be in a good mood soon. Because Laurie Notaro makes me laugh. Period." Meg Cabot, author of The Princess Diaries and Overbite
"Hilarious, fabulously improper, and completely relatable, Notaro is the queen of funny." Celia Rivenbark, author of Bless Your Heart, Tramp
About the Author
Laurie Notaro was born in Brooklyn, New York, and raised in Phoenix, Arizona. She packed her bags for Eugene, Oregon, once she realized that since she was past thirty, her mother could no longer report her as a teenage runaway. She is the author of The Idiot Girls' Action-Adventure Club, Autobiography of a Fat Bride, I Love Everybody, We Thought You'd Be Prettier, and An Idiot Girl's Christmas. She is currently at work on a plan B (to take effect when her book contract runs out,) which consists of options with minimum dander of office politics, including selling hot dogs at Costco, selling hot dogs from a street cart, selling hot dogs at high school football games, or being the Stop sign holder for road construction crews. She avoids raccoons both day and night and fully expects to be run out of her new hometown once this book is published. At press time, she is still married, her cat is still alive, and she has an adorably disobedient dog named Maeby, who wears sweaters and loves chicken strips. (Clearly, Notaro has no children.)