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People I Want to Punch in the Throat: True(ish) Tales of an Overachieving Underachiever by Jen Mann
klippy's review against another edition
5.0
Loved this book -- I could so relate to the people she talks about.
fictionaddictions_amanda's review against another edition
3.0
"People I Want to Punch in The Throat" is a light, funny, quick read. I laughed out loud a few times.
I gave this book 3 stars because I thought it was ok. Like I said, some parts are funny and laughable, but some parts are slightly boring. I would really recommend this book to mom's with small children. I do not have any children, so I couldn't really relate to the book on that level. It is a nice change of pace if you have been stuck reading heavy, intense books.
I gave this book 3 stars because I thought it was ok. Like I said, some parts are funny and laughable, but some parts are slightly boring. I would really recommend this book to mom's with small children. I do not have any children, so I couldn't really relate to the book on that level. It is a nice change of pace if you have been stuck reading heavy, intense books.
casspro's review against another edition
2.0
While Jen Mann makes some snarky observations about housewives, a lot of the observations aren't clever or groundbreaking. Mann herself, at times, is a person that I want to punch in the throat. She is very eager to point out all the mistakes other mothers make, and implies that while she has her own faults, her flaws are not nearly as bad as the other moms. I agree with a lot of what Mann has to say about suburbia and family life, but she herself doesn't seem likable which makes it hard to sympathize or fully enjoy her writing.
stephwiesman's review against another edition
5.0
I cannot recommend this enough. I laughed the whole way through it!
sposnick's review against another edition
2.0
Got this as a Christmas gift. It started with some promise but I quickly started to suspect it was just a collection of posts from a "mommy blog", which it turned out it basically was. It's not poorly written, and it's sort of funny-ish, but it kind of paints the writer as a bit of a pill, even though she's supposed to be the "I don't care" mom in a sea of "Doing it all" moms. Regardless, I wasn't that interested but finished it anyway because it was an easy and short read, and I like to finish things when possible. Maybe I would've liked it more if I had kids, I don't know.
labunnywtf's review against another edition
5.0
Received via Netgalley in exchange for a fair review.
I think you could say what I've been doing on Netgalley is playing. Poking around at the available books, seeing if there's anything I actually would be interested in reading. There's a lot of cheesy romance on there, some fantasy novels that make me want to roll my eyes so hard I fall off my armored unicorn.
But I saw the bright, bold title on this book, and paused. And I started to get tingly. If there's one thing I love more than trashing fantasy novels, it's reading snarky humor novels. I requested it without knowing anything more about it, and when it came in, I speed-read through the book I was currently reading to get to it.
Jen Mann does not disappoint. And this book lives up to its title. After reading each story, I was left wanting to punch people desperately in the throat. God help anyone who stands before me in Gucci sunglasses.
The essays are short enough to not get bored, but long enough to give you fat, juicy details. And I am a whore for details. If she'd just said she drove to her son's school in fuzzy pajamas, I wouldn't have been satisfied until I knew if they were Betty Boop or Tweety bird. Lo and behold, they were bunnies, and I knew I'd picked the right book.
Also, I wear pajamas everywhere. Let those Gucci wearing bitches try judging me, they'll end up with my green fuzzy slippers straight up their skinny jeaned asses.
Seriously, did I mention I want to punch people in the throat now?
I am not a mother, so the majority of these chapters really should have been lost on me. I will never know the pain of my child cutting the leg off his paper gingerbread man and gluing a popsicle stick in its place and shaming himself before the pristinely done gingerbread men of the rest of the class.
I do take the niece to her extracurriculars, but I never once had to do battle to get someone to spend quality time with her so I could run to the grocery store and get 20 minutes of peace.
And I never had a group of mothers judge me for the theme of my niece's birthday parties.
Despite having nothing in common with Mrs Mann, there was not a single chapter in this book I didn't enjoy, and didn't laugh about. This wasn't clutching the belly, guffawing like a lunatic laughing. It was that good, smooth, constant smiling. That's when I know I'm reading a good book.
I'm a superuser of Jen Mann, and I need another fix ASAP.
I think you could say what I've been doing on Netgalley is playing. Poking around at the available books, seeing if there's anything I actually would be interested in reading. There's a lot of cheesy romance on there, some fantasy novels that make me want to roll my eyes so hard I fall off my armored unicorn.
But I saw the bright, bold title on this book, and paused. And I started to get tingly. If there's one thing I love more than trashing fantasy novels, it's reading snarky humor novels. I requested it without knowing anything more about it, and when it came in, I speed-read through the book I was currently reading to get to it.
Jen Mann does not disappoint. And this book lives up to its title. After reading each story, I was left wanting to punch people desperately in the throat. God help anyone who stands before me in Gucci sunglasses.
The essays are short enough to not get bored, but long enough to give you fat, juicy details. And I am a whore for details. If she'd just said she drove to her son's school in fuzzy pajamas, I wouldn't have been satisfied until I knew if they were Betty Boop or Tweety bird. Lo and behold, they were bunnies, and I knew I'd picked the right book.
Also, I wear pajamas everywhere. Let those Gucci wearing bitches try judging me, they'll end up with my green fuzzy slippers straight up their skinny jeaned asses.
Seriously, did I mention I want to punch people in the throat now?
I am not a mother, so the majority of these chapters really should have been lost on me. I will never know the pain of my child cutting the leg off his paper gingerbread man and gluing a popsicle stick in its place and shaming himself before the pristinely done gingerbread men of the rest of the class.
I do take the niece to her extracurriculars, but I never once had to do battle to get someone to spend quality time with her so I could run to the grocery store and get 20 minutes of peace.
And I never had a group of mothers judge me for the theme of my niece's birthday parties.
Despite having nothing in common with Mrs Mann, there was not a single chapter in this book I didn't enjoy, and didn't laugh about. This wasn't clutching the belly, guffawing like a lunatic laughing. It was that good, smooth, constant smiling. That's when I know I'm reading a good book.
I'm a superuser of Jen Mann, and I need another fix ASAP.