Monday, April 8, 2013

The Sassy Curmudgeon Book Fair: Lost in Suburbia

Do you guys remember book fairs? My elementary school used to do a bake sale at the same time, so mostly I remember getting two cupcakes for a dollar. But also, apparently, there were books. Or, mainly there were books. Incidentally, there were cupcakes. They did not call it a "cupcake fair." Although in retrospect that might have been a better marketing angle.

Anyway.

For a number of reasons, I have decided to host a book fair here on the blog this week. My reasons are as follows:

1. I know a lot of wonderful writers who have new books coming out and I want to celebrate them.
2. I have no cable and thus cannot watch the Mad Men premiere, and so I'm re-teaching myself how to read printed words instead of just poking blindly at my Roku controller while drooling.
3. I needed an excuse to use this Weird Al READ poster from Y2K:

4. I also have a book coming out soon. (Not that there's any way you'd already know about that...)
5. If I have a book fair, there have to be cupcakes, right? That's like a rule? I'm pretty sure it is. 
6. It gives me an excuse to make a special blog banner, which is one of my great joys in life:


ANYWAY AGAIN.

Today I'd like to spotlight a writer, blogger, former fellow low-aimier, and all-around hilarious lady, Tracy Beckerman, whose "momoir" Lost In Suburbia: How I Got Pregnant, Lost Myself, and Got My Cool Back in the New Jersey Suburbs, came out last week!


(I have to say at this juncture that I totally judge books by their covers--I find it to be pretty accurate--and this is a kick-ass cover. I also employ this tactic in other parts of my life. For instance, I choose wine based on labels. Also, my therapist is named Bill Murray. True story.)

This is Tracy:


Tracy is a nationally syndicated humor columnist and "hip, hip lady," to quote Slater from Dazed and Confused. And reading her book is like sharing a bottle of wine with one of your best friends and telling all of the inappropriate stories and naked (sometimes literally) truths--like, say, that time the overtired mohel "missed" at the bris--that make you laugh so loud your husband gives you the side-eye from across the kitchen pass-through, because he is suddenly paranoid you're talking about him--which, let's face it, you probably totally ARE.

Her writing reminds me of two of my all-time favorite humorists, Erma Bombeck and Laurie Notaro.
And even though I have never lived in the 'burbs, I would consider moving there to be neighbors with someone like Tracy.

So, please, do yourself a favor and buy her book, either at a "real" "book store" (whatever that is) or at one of these fine online retailers:


In conclusion, here is a photo of someone giving a cardboard cutout of Barack Obama cupcake nipples.


It was the best I could do.

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3 comments :

  1. I'll put this one on my Nook. Whenever I have an "I HATE LIVING IN THE SUBURBS THE SUBURBS SUCK I WANT TO LIVE IN THE CITY WHY CAN'T I LIVE IN THE CITY" day (which happens...uh, often), I can read it and feel better about my life.

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  2. Just bought it and can't wait to read it because I'm moving to the burbs for the first time in my life. UUUGGGGG. Will the four bedrooms, backyard and hottub make up for it?! Also, because I'm bound and determined to do anything but get the work I'm supposed to be doing today.

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  3. I love this idea!! I have been picking up all kinds of great books these days from bloggers turned writers and writers who should blog so I have something fun to read every day. Thanks for the rec!
    Vicky
    www.thepursuitofnormal.blogspot.com

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