This is a twisted and delicious look into the life of Jeannette Walls.  From the first sentence it hooks you. “I was sitting in a taxi, wondering if I was overdressed for the evening, when I looked out the window and saw my Mom rooting through the dumpster.”    

I was raised by parents that really, really loved their drugs and alcohol and have some pretty special stories my damn self.  One of my faves is the year that my mom was so high at Christmas that she got the tags on our gifts all screwed up and my brother opened my brand new bras as his first gift.  I was twelve, flat-chested and mortified.  When life gives you lemons, make lemonade, so Christmas became a game that year.  We would all try and guess whose gift we were opening.  My mother was completely entertained.

Even if your family wasn’t the epitome of a grease fire growing up, you will enjoy this book.  Just ask one of my besties.  She was raised by the closest thing I have every seen to June and Ward Cleaver and she loved it.  I wish I could show you some of her family photos to back that shit up, but she is too good of a friend to lose.