From Publishers Weekly
In some 32 short essays on the ridiculousness of modern life, Rivenbark (
Bless Your Heart, Tramp;
We're Just Like You, Only Prettier) wanders through Tweenland at the mall, thinking a better name would be "Lil Skanks." She thinks that the Cruise/Holmes pregnancy has an "indescribably delicious"
Rosemary's Baby feel to it and recalls that Monica Lewinsky hosted a TV dating show—in which she "didn't get the guy." Rivenbark riffs on America's crazier obsessions—the painful but obligatory pilgrimage to Disney World, the new attention to "buttocks cleavage," coffee makers calling themselves baristas, or those celebrity moms who have "bumps" instead of babies. Rivenbark describes herself as a "slacker mom" and reminds readers to learn something from men—"because no matter how slack a dad is, if he does the least little thing, people gush over him." This is a hilarious read, perhaps best enjoyed while eating Krispy Kremes with a few girlfriends.
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Praise for Celia Rivenbark and We’re Just Like You, Only Prettier
“Will give you a case of the giggles.”
--New York Daily News
“Warm, witty, and wise, rather like reading dispatches from a friend who uses e-mail but still writes letters, in ink, on good paper.”
--St. Petersburg Times
“Even diehard Yankees will appreciate this wickedly funny collection.”
--Dallas Morning News
“North Carolina doesn’t have a post for a ‘humorist laureate,’ but it should invent one and install Celia Rivenbark.”
--Greensboro News & Record
“I thought I was Southern until I read Celia Rivenbark’s book....What a funny, smart, and irreverent writer she is!”
--Lee Smith, author of The Last Girls
"Laugh-out-loud funny.”--Cleveland Plain Dealer
“A collection of essays by a woman working in her element…Rivenbark writes with that breezy, irreverent allure that makes so many of these belles legendary.”---Blue Ridge Business Journal
“An edgy Erma. An Erma dipped in corn-bread batter, wrapped in collard greens, and drawling that she was speeding because ‘my uterus told me to.’ ”--The Tennessean
“A hoot and a holler.”--Boston Herald
“I laughed so hard reading this book, I began snorting in an unbecoming fashion.”
--Haven Kimmel, author of A Girl Named Zippy
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