Humor is difficult. And varied. It requires a certain ability that escapes a great many people who attempt it. Goode has the ability in spades.
Sometimes it is not the situations she finds herself in but the way she describes them. Or in the way the story derails in a totally fascinating but bizarre fashion and eventually winds back around to where she started, sort of, usually. AJ telling a story is like AJ taking a road trip from Battle Creek to Kalamazoo by way of Baghdad, Reykjavik, and Canberra. She will get you to Kalamazoo and you will have some great photos and a souvenir Tshirt of Alice Springs when you arrive.
In my progress reports I said it was like your BFF sitting at your kitchen table and letting it all roll out, without filters. Everything that “maturity” brings. (My friends and I agree that we are not getting older, we are getting more mature) Weight gain, menopause, sensible shoes, reentering the dating game, mature sex, speeding tickets, trying to master modern technology, social media, and my personal favorite, spicy food. And Stephen King in a red gown and crown.
In 19 conversations Goode is a brilliant combination of the Golden Girls, Lucy Ricardo, and the late Erma Bombeck rolled up into an unleashed, unfiltered, no-subject-is-taboo explosion of domestic and social disaster and triumph.
The only problem was that the book ended far too soon. Required reading for all my friends. Highly recommended for everybody else. Remember it’s on sale for $0.99 before the May 1 release.
I was given a copy of this book for review.
Another Goode book that I have just bought.
Reblogged this on A Goode One and commented:
I still can’t get over the fact that one of my favorite bloggers agreed to review my new book — and she liked it!
Madoodle and Chevy Chase made me laugh so hard I could barely breathe.
I almost didn’t include that chapter — I was afraid I was “over-sharing” a bit too much in that one! I’m glad now that I left it in.
Thank you again so much for all the wonderful things you’ve said about my book. I swear, I don’t think my feet touched the ground all day yesterday!