It was at this time last year that people started worrying about me. The long delays in my responses, the unfocused eyes, the inappropriate bursts of laughter.
Yep, pretty out-of-character for me--even for the holiday season. But alas, it wasn’t spiked eggnog or holiday blues or anything worrisome. It was simply my worst case ever of Idiot Girl Fever. For Santa Amazon had brought me Laurie Notaro’s An Idiot Girl's Christmas as an early gift.
The Miami Herald has said that Laurie Notaro “may be the funniest writer in the solar system”. And if you go in for offbeat, self-deprecating humor, you might just agree. A former newspaper columnist who chronicled her dysfunctional adventures, Laurie got her columns published into a series of books, all bearing the name, Idiot Girl. She’s gone on to add new adventures, as well, and next spring, has her first fiction book coming out.
In An Idiot Girl’s Christmas, she puts her irreverent spin on the holidays. In the chapter called, “What I Really Want for Christmas”, she creates a tongue-in-cheek want list to offset another disappointing Christmas where she gets only bargain basement or re-used gifts from her family.
And her Christmas Eve journey to a Super KMart is not to be missed, where she deals with everything from the excesses of the holiday season to feminine hygiene protection to rude jerks.
Next time you’re in a bookstore, look up Laurie Notaro’s books. See if she grabs you. Although if she does, my apologies ahead of time. Symptoms of Idiot Girl Fever may include: goony smiles, laughing hysterically in public places, and chasing people around, reading passages aloud.
Worst yet, while Idiot Girl Fever does eventually subside, it’ll leave its mark forever, rendering you, too, an Idiot Girl.
Join the club! Or maybe you already have???
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