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384 pages, Hardcover
First published May 4, 2010
The book’s paragraphs may have been written using a small series of fill in the blank Mad Libs-type templates. ”I (fill in verb) (fill in direct object of the verb). This made me feel (fill in emotion). I learned I should never (fill in lesson learned to be relearned a few paragraphs hence). If he words ”I”, “me”, “Jen” and “ass” were deleted by the either non-existent or at least wildly lenient editor of this book, it would have been maybe 125 pages long. The closest the book gets to creative writing is a line which says: ”since the Nazi at the snack bar wouldn’t let me drink my wine in the theater, I drank in the scenery instead.” The closest the book gets to humor is a line about avoiding eating Cuban food in her SUV which reads: I didn’t want to get a DWI – Driving While Ingesting.” These observations are not meant to be negative but rather to convey that the facts of her life and her constant reality television references are like the Kraft Singles cheese she enjoys so much – not bad just wholly innocuous
However, if you put some of the facts of her life together, an interesting picture might be emerging. Jen has a stinky pitbull as a pet, drives a large SUV, buys clothes for their functional value rather than for emotional reasons, spends hours on the couch watching television, is a huge Fox News fan, was formerly employed in sales, refuses to ask for directions, doesn’t listen when people talk and uses the word ”ass” approximately once for every eight words in the book. In short, Jen might be a guy. This is not to suggest she is secretly physically male but rather she might be psychologically a dude. Again, this is not meant to be a negative observation just a warning to anyone who thought they were getting a Carrie Bradshaw, ”Ab Fab" “grrrls” being fabulous romp. Suffice to say if the book had an index, there would not be an entry on “Manolo Blahniks” but there would be several on ”ass sweat”.