Welp. Another successful buddy read, chosen by my friend Harris (I can’t be trusted to choose). I thoroughly enjoyed this book, although it’s hard to tell whether I loved it because it was so personally relatable, or whether it was actually just a really great book. Much like the author, I am a first generation native Floridian. We are a rare breed and it’s always nice to see yourself represented on the printed page. (Added bonus: representation for oldest daughters in functionally dysfunctional families who also suffer from crippling imposter syndrome). So right away, I knew I was in for an enjoyable reading experience.
As much as I loved it, I’m not sure if this memoir would be quite as well received by those who are unfamiliar with America’s penis. To the uninitiated, we are the home of the wacky, unpredictable Florida Man. But for the true Floridians, we are so much more than a series of headlines that read like a mad-libs book, and a megalomaniac governor who is hell bent on undoing every bit of progress we’ve made as a society in the last 150 years. We are SO much more - we are the home of the STD capital of the world, home of the skunk ape, home of Hemingway’s six-toed cats, home of the hanging chad, home of The Holyland Experience, home of Ted Bundy’s final crime scenes. I could go on and on. I joke, but despite all the "eccentricities" Florida reqlly is amazing. Truth be told, I will gatekeep the hell out of all the hidden gems in this state and I won’t feel bad about it. And I love that while this is a memoir, it also reads like a love letter to this swampy slice of paradise.
So many little references made my cold, black, Floridian heart flutter ever-so-slightly. If you ever looked forward to Publix’s annual hurricane guide, if you ever had parents who scared the shit out of you by telling you all about what happened to Adam Walsh, if you grew up knowing there was a very real danger of being eaten by an alligator in your own backyard, if you spent Sundays watching NASCAR and eating boiled peanuts (bole’d pee-nuuuts), then you’ll love this book. If none of those things apply to you, I’m so sad for you. But you should still read this book.