A review by jacss
Dancing at the Pity Party by Tyler Feder

5.0

Who would think that this book might utterly destroy you, reading it mere months after your mom died? I did!
Who still decided to read it? I did!
Who was still surprised that it utterly destroyed me? I was!

This graphic memoir feels like talking to a friend who knows me through and through. Am I sad? Yes. Do I still want to make horrible, inappropriate jokes? Also yes. Grab me a membership for her idea of a Dead Moms Club.

Feder encapsulates the smallest, innermost feelings of loss and grief in a way that makes me want to jump up and scream YES! THIS! NO ONE GETS THIS PART! (Also, I'm happy when you don't get this part, I hope ot means you haven't lost anyone yet). It might also be because Feder is an anxious INFJ (fun!), but everything resonated so well.