By the weirdest of coincidences, I started this book at almost exactly the same time when my own life went utterly to pieces, what with this old body trying its best to foil my every move. My utter inability to concentrate on what I was doing made it impossible to do more than a couple of pages a day. But the truth of the matter is one that Jenny Lawson knows well: we’re all broken in our own special ways, even those who seem to have everything under control. And those of us who fight it are simply making it more difficult for ourselves. It’s sold as a funny book, and it is that; but there is so much more, and I have seen with my own eyes how people have been changed by it. Perhaps so have I.