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3.94 AVERAGE
3.94 AVERAGE
challenging
dark
emotional
funny
hopeful
lighthearted
fast-paced
funny
reflective
medium-paced
some of the essays lost me, I did read it at a time when I wanted narrative which affected my enjoyment of the essays but overall they were all very beautifully written. One of the last essays ripped my heart out but wrapped in a warm blanket
Spoke to my heart in an extremely personal way. Sometimes it felt like she crawled inside my head, or read my journals. I love you Jenny Slate. Thank you for this. My life is mine and I can make it want I want forever.
emotional
funny
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
adventurous
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
fast-paced
bible for autistic weird women
This is a magical book. What gorgeous use of words and language. Vignettes and some almost poems. I couldn’t get enough. Read this.
Well this was just a delight! 4.5 ⭐️ really
Absurd, charming, poetic, funny and touching, this was such a fun deviation from a typical book from a celebrity. I also listened to it read by Jenny Slate which I think is mandatory because her diction is so fun and dramatic and also with something funny and poetic I think it really is best to have it read out to you from the author, I think it really amplified my enjoyment.
This book really does show off Slate’s little weird mind and I found that to be so fun. She is so dramatic, just like me so I also found a lot of it to be similar to my own thought patterns and musings. But she also reflects a lot on loneliness, separation, patriarchy, love, and even platonic love in many very personal and tender ways.
Excellent celebrity memoir, would read again.
Absurd, charming, poetic, funny and touching, this was such a fun deviation from a typical book from a celebrity. I also listened to it read by Jenny Slate which I think is mandatory because her diction is so fun and dramatic and also with something funny and poetic I think it really is best to have it read out to you from the author, I think it really amplified my enjoyment.
This book really does show off Slate’s little weird mind and I found that to be so fun. She is so dramatic, just like me so I also found a lot of it to be similar to my own thought patterns and musings. But she also reflects a lot on loneliness, separation, patriarchy, love, and even platonic love in many very personal and tender ways.
Excellent celebrity memoir, would read again.
adventurous
funny
inspiring
fast-paced
“But what am I supposed to do with all of the parts of my heart that are only there to be given? What am I supposed to do with all of this nothing that I see? Those parts of the heart, they really aren't for me, they are not for my home or my body or my self-love. They are for you, and wherever you are, you are too unknown to be in my day-dream. You are on the fringe of my wish for someone to wish for. You are in another country of the heart. You are on the very outskirts of the edge of where my waves hit.
You are on a beach on the other side of another world.”
“I'm stuck here in a cycle and I am getting older but I am not growing up and my heart is getting soft dark spots on it like a fruit that has gone bad or is soft because too many hands have squeezed it but then put it back down not because I am not ready but because they were not ready for my type of fruity flesh. I felt so ripe and sweet—what was off? The truth is, I was forcing myself into people's mouths. I jumped out of their hands and into their mouths and I yelled EAT ME way before they even had a chance to get hungry and notice me and lift me up.”
“I am supposed to be touched. I can't wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?”
“There you are, do you know what you are doing? You are finding the new air for yourself. What a useful, good action to take. You are a person who got up and found the air. Take at least ten breaths. It's a fact that this is the main thing that you need to do to stay alive, breathing, and now it is a treat. Look at you! You have done what the earliest geniuses have done: You have taken the most basic thing and elevated it. If you are sweet inside of yourself for the most part, this is the truth you will know.”
“I don't want to smack anything on the ass and say
LET'S GO.
I want to touch something on the side of the face and say
WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE ME?”
“It is hard to even describe what it's like to have someone use your own revelation of suffering as a way to accuse you of being cruel.”
“As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain and more precious, I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love.”
“I let myself stop holding everything so tightly, I let it all fall away and I feel the warmth of the sunbeams at this time of day and I feel deep pride and spiritual fortification in the fact, not even the idea, but the fact that the light shines on me just as it does on the leaves and that even though I came here to try to do the art that I want and I want to be seen and held safe by my world, truly, in my primary wish for experience, I am asking for nothing more than a kinship with the atmosphere.”
“What can I do? I can only breathe in deeply. I can only bellow in a church that is deep inside of myself. I can only blast a shell-shaped horn that would shake down the oldest buildings. I can only leap for joy in my sacred inner caves and ring out the message: I am alive. I woke up again. I might as well be sprouting leaves, I might as well be covered in little clams.
Look at me. Yes, I am a woman who woke up and got dressed and sat down here. But look again, look from the seat inside of myself that I let you sit in for just a few mo-ments: I am a woman in dessert tones at the start of a bleating little day. Mouth full of clover. Oh, holy shit, I am a big fat fruit on a tree, dangling in the air just so, living in a state of fullness and exhilaration. I am connected to eternity and I am part of everything and although I am with all of it, I am still different from anything and everything.”
thank you, jenny. so much goodness in such a wee little book.
You are on a beach on the other side of another world.”
“I'm stuck here in a cycle and I am getting older but I am not growing up and my heart is getting soft dark spots on it like a fruit that has gone bad or is soft because too many hands have squeezed it but then put it back down not because I am not ready but because they were not ready for my type of fruity flesh. I felt so ripe and sweet—what was off? The truth is, I was forcing myself into people's mouths. I jumped out of their hands and into their mouths and I yelled EAT ME way before they even had a chance to get hungry and notice me and lift me up.”
“I am supposed to be touched. I can't wait to find the person who will come into the kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am a lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?”
“There you are, do you know what you are doing? You are finding the new air for yourself. What a useful, good action to take. You are a person who got up and found the air. Take at least ten breaths. It's a fact that this is the main thing that you need to do to stay alive, breathing, and now it is a treat. Look at you! You have done what the earliest geniuses have done: You have taken the most basic thing and elevated it. If you are sweet inside of yourself for the most part, this is the truth you will know.”
“I don't want to smack anything on the ass and say
LET'S GO.
I want to touch something on the side of the face and say
WILL YOU PLEASE TAKE ME?”
“It is hard to even describe what it's like to have someone use your own revelation of suffering as a way to accuse you of being cruel.”
“As the image of myself becomes sharper in my brain and more precious, I feel less afraid that someone else will erase me by denying me love.”
“I let myself stop holding everything so tightly, I let it all fall away and I feel the warmth of the sunbeams at this time of day and I feel deep pride and spiritual fortification in the fact, not even the idea, but the fact that the light shines on me just as it does on the leaves and that even though I came here to try to do the art that I want and I want to be seen and held safe by my world, truly, in my primary wish for experience, I am asking for nothing more than a kinship with the atmosphere.”
“What can I do? I can only breathe in deeply. I can only bellow in a church that is deep inside of myself. I can only blast a shell-shaped horn that would shake down the oldest buildings. I can only leap for joy in my sacred inner caves and ring out the message: I am alive. I woke up again. I might as well be sprouting leaves, I might as well be covered in little clams.
Look at me. Yes, I am a woman who woke up and got dressed and sat down here. But look again, look from the seat inside of myself that I let you sit in for just a few mo-ments: I am a woman in dessert tones at the start of a bleating little day. Mouth full of clover. Oh, holy shit, I am a big fat fruit on a tree, dangling in the air just so, living in a state of fullness and exhilaration. I am connected to eternity and I am part of everything and although I am with all of it, I am still different from anything and everything.”
thank you, jenny. so much goodness in such a wee little book.