I feel I should start this review by pointing out that three stars on goodreads means "I liked it". I'm doing so because I'm worried Jenny Lawson might read my review and obsess about it. This of course is indicative of me thinking very highly of myself, but it's also based on the impression this book gives of Jenny as a woman with some serious psyhology-related challenges. (I would have written "with quite a few loose screws", but I've been told that's offensive to people with diagnosed mental problems.)
This is a fun book about Jenny's unusual childhood, adolescence and adult life, allegedly. It's written in the same rambling, occasionally devolving into flow of consciousness, parenthetical digressions (Something I've always been fond of doing in personal correspondence), style as her blog, so you can get a taste of what it's like right there. ( thebloggess.com/ ) And her internet persona even gets billing right underneath her name. Jenny Lawson - the bloggess.
And as blog entries I'd have loved these chapters, or at least "really liked", but as a whole book they were a bit too much. Also I found the constant statements boiling down to "My childhood was so unusual people I meet and tell about it can't imagine it" a bit jarring. Either she's met a lot of sheltered people in her life, or she's exaggerating, or she's just misjudged the responses. Any way you slice it I couldn't quite identify with her, or her perceived audience.