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Pamela Ribon is a bestselling author, television writer and performer.  A pioneer in the blogging world, her first novel, Why Girls Are Weird, was loosely based on her extremely successful website pamie.com.  The site has been nominated for a Bloggie in Lifetime Achievement, which makes her feel old. Ribon created the cult sensation and tabloid tidbit Call Us Crazy:  The Anne Heche Monologues, a satire of fame, fandom and Fresno.  Her two-woman show, Letters Never Sent (created with four-time Emmy winner and Jay Leno Show favorite Liz Feldman) was showcased at the 2005 HBO US Comedy Arts Festival in Aspen.  She has been writing in television for the past seven years, in both cable and network, including on the Emmy-award winning Samantha Who? starring Christina Applegate.  Using her loyal Internet fan base, Ribon sponsors book drives for libraries in need.  Over the years, pamie.com has sent thousands of books and materials to Oakland and San Diego, sponsored a Tsunami-ravaged village of schoolchildren, and helped restock the shelves of a post-Katrina Harrison County, Mississippi.  Ribon’s book drive can now be found at DeweyDonationSystem.org, which has sponsored libraries from the Negril School in Jamaica to the Children’s Institute in Los Angeles. 

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I’ve done the thing where I’m awake but I haven’t yet opened my eyes. I’m in that twilight haze where I know I’m not asleep but I can’t move a muscle. I’ve only got a second or two left before the panic will set in that I’ve somehow slept myself into becoming a paraplegic, that during the night I wrestled in some kind of nightmare that caused me to twist in horror, snapping my own neck, dooming me to an eternity of immobility.

Naturally, this will then trigger a second wave of fear. If I have separated my head from the rest of my body there’s no real way that I can let anyone know this has happened. I will have to remain useless and numb, stuck in this position until someone figures out I’ve gone missing. I fear that it won’t be a matter of hours, but perhaps days or weeks before anyone truly notices. My office mate, Jonathan, will eventually get bored with this unexpected man-holiday and will finally ask someone if I died.

But first, there’s this special just-up time, when I can’t move and I can barely think, when everything is perfect. I’m half in the real world but still able to clutch on to whatever dream I’m reluctant to depart. That makes this person I am—this Charlotte Goodman, age thirty, a skinny brunette with absolutely no singing voice and a deep aversion to paper cuts—nothing more than a concept. I’m not a real person and I don’t have to be. Yet.

The dream I just fell from was gloriously mundane. I was sitting in seat 16A of a Continental flight somehow headed to a Starbucks, where I was to pick up a DVD for Sandra Bullock. This was supposed to be important. I was sitting next to a college frat boy who was singing the words to . . .

No, wait. I was sitting next to a sorority girl who was talking about her boyfriend who was the lead singer for . . .


Damn. Nothing. It’s gone.

Eyes open.

Morning, Sunshine.

Matthew used to say that every morning. It was a sarcastic dig at how terrible I am for the first hour before I get three good cups of coffee into me. It’s not new—back in high school my parents would sometimes find an excuse to leave the house rather than wake me up early. They became avid churchgoers just to avoid my morning wrath. I know it’s not right to hate everything before nine in the morning, but I don’t understand how everybody acts like it’s okay to be up at that hour. If we all got together and took a stand, we could all sleep in and force mornings to become a time for sleep and sleep only.

An early riser, Matthew would be well into his day, coffee brewed, having sometimes already gone for a run, taken a shower, and eaten breakfast before I waddled into the room, half-asleep, half-dressed, usually with only one eye open.

“Shh,” he’d say, cradling my face with one hand. “Half of Charlotte is still asleep. Right Eye needs more dreaming.”

And he’d whisper, pretending to tiptoe around the right side of me, the one that could wake up with a roar. “Shh. Right Eye is such an angel when she’s sleeping.”

This was before we were married, when there wasn’t a question as to whether we were supposed to be together. Now I hear Matthew say, “Morning, Sunshine,” even though he isn’t here to say the words.

I’ve had to come to accept the fact that every morning my eyes will eventually open. I will wake up, and then I will have to get out of this bed. I’ll brush my teeth, take a shower, put on clothes, and do all of the things almost everybody else seems to be able to do every single day no matter what is happening to them. I used to be one of those people, the normal ones who would make coffee and go to their jobs and joke with their friends and be productive members of society. Not anymore. At least not now.

Now I’ve had to develop a few defense mechanisms, tricks to accomplish a real-life calendar day without too many setbacks. Since I began employing these tactics, I have a 75 percent chance of making it to the next time I’m in this glorious bed without a full-on breakdown. Yes, there are still crying jags and the occasional panic attack. And sure, one time I kind of lost my shit at a Ruby Tuesday. But in my defense, that waitress knew what she had done.

Defense Mechanism Number 1 is crucial and happens every morning without fail, right here in this bed. Before I leave the safety of my crisp, white sheets and the soft, warm comfort of my purple flannel duvet, before I head out into that harsh, cruel society known as Los Angeles, California—home of the beautiful and the clinical—I make a plan.

This plan is important. It is the plan of the day. It doesn’t take long, but I have found without The Plan, horrible things can happen. I’m likely to end up sitting on a curb beside a taco truck on Sunset Boulevard, crying over a carne asada burrito, wondering where my marriage went. It doesn’t matter how much pain I’m in, I still have an awareness that people can see me, and I couldn’t take knowing that to someone I’d just become the Weeping Burrito Girl.

The Plan keeps me from tangents. It keeps me from having to just float out there. Ironically, I learned this from Matthew. He liked planning, order.

Likes. I have to stop talking about him as if he’s dead. He’s still here. Just not here.

I hope he’s not dead. First of all, that’s going to look really suspicious. And second, I’m not really sure how I would be supposed to act at the funeral of my estranged husband. Would everyone think that I was secretly enjoying myself? Of course they’d think that, deep in the evilest parts of their hearts. Who wouldn’t?

Look, as far as I know, today, right now, Matthew is alive. And if he’s not, I had nothing to do with it.

Okay, so I’ve definitely decided I need to figure out what I’m going to do about my marriage before my husband dies.

I suck in my cheeks and tilt my head back on my pillow, trying to stretch out my face. For the past two weeks, I’ve been waking up with a feeling that someone has slammed a hammer into my skull. It has gotten worse every night, and this morning it hurts to open my mouth even the slightest bit. I wonder how long I can go without talking to anybody. Could I make it through an entire day, even if I left the apartment? That sounds like such a glorious luxury, being a mute. How wonderful not to have to keep answering the worst question on the planet: How are you holding up?

I lurch myself up and over until I’m in a seated position. I make my feet touch the floor as I decide on the plan for today.

Okay. Leave the bedroom. Make coffee. Write email that you will be late for the office. Do not check your email to see if Matthew wrote. Go to Dr. Benson’s office for this jaw pain. Go to work. Come home and hide.

Once The Plan is firmly in place, Defense Mechanism Number 2 will often be itching to take over.

Defense Mechanism Number 2 is a little more complicated. It took a while for me to be comfortable with it, and I’ve pretty much sworn myself to secrecy about it. If anyone else learned about Defense Mechanism Number 2, I would be put in the rather vulnerable position of having said person possibly think I was unhinged. Certifiable. But when I tried suppressing Defense Mechanism Number 2 I learned that it’s not really up to me. I mean, it’s me, but it’s not me.

Sometimes, for no other reason than to get through This Hour Right Now, I have no choice but to pull myself out and narrate my own life, to myself, in the third person. I know it’s me, but somehow, this way, it can also not be me, and that makes it so much easier to deal. That’s Defense Mechanism Number 2.

So, look. I sleep, I drink, and sometimes a male voice in my head tells me what’s happening to me. Perfectly understandable, considering.

In my head he sounds like a dad. Not my dad, but someone’s dad. Half folksy, half serious, a man who’s already lived a life and knows that this one I’m in is just going through a rough patch, nothing more. He kind of sounds like Craig T. Nelson. Well, really he sounds like John Goodman. This is probably because when I was a kid I told a bunch of my friends at school that I was related to the dad on Roseanne, and if they didn’t believe me they could just check out our last names, which were exactly the same.

So when things get rough, when I don’t know what’s going to happen, when The Plan can’t protect me, I let Uncle John do the talking. I let him go on in his stomach-stuffed voice like I’m tucked into bed waiting for one last story before I close my eyes, and soon everything’s going to be okay.

Sometimes I even start to believe him.

© 2010 Pamela Ribon

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Product Details

  • Paperback: 336 pages
  • Publisher: Gallery Books; 1 edition (April 20, 2010)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1416503862
  • ISBN-13: 978-1416503866
  • Product Dimensions: 5.3 x 0.9 x 8.2 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 9.1 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.3 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (24 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,359,711 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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By Lori Glauser on July 31, 2010
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I was excited to discover a book about roller derby, I thought it would offer a peek into an interesting subculture.

But, I found the first half of the book was about a woman who whined incessantly about her ex-husband. I couldn't wait to get to the part when the character would predictably discover roller derby and become transformed.

When we finally get there, we endure page after page of the same character whining about all the bruises she got from skating. She simply substituted emotional pain with physical pain, and one bad relationship with another.

The book kept me entertained for a weekend, but it lacked substance, interest, and was mostly just depressing. The book would have been better if it had more deeply explored the skating culture, and/or we saw greater character transformation.
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This book is intelligent, funny, and completely honest. It's like being in the booth at IHOP with your best friend while she tells you her sad and inspiring story. I love it.
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Going in Circles is one of those books where you battle the desire to rush to the end and find out what happens versus lingering over certain pages and conversations, enjoying the characters, their feelings, and words.

Charlotte Goodman and her husband have been married for five months when he abruptly announces he is leaving her. Just as abruptly, four weeks later he decides he has made a mistake and moves back in, ready to start their relationship anew. Charlotte, angry, hurt, and afraid to love her husband again, decides a separation is necessary for her to discover what she really wants.

Charlotte is an unremarkable 30-year old woman, with a comfortable but stagnant job, an uneven relationship with her parents, good and not-so-good friends, and a tendency for self-absorption and control. All of Charlotte's friends and family are shocked and uncomfortable by her marital problems, and her overwhelming sadness and introspection begins to affect her relationships and work performance. Then Francesca, a co-worker Charlotte never paid much attention to before, sense Charlotte's feelings of abandonment and powerlessness, and offers Charlotte friendship, support, and some tough love. Part of the tough love is introducing Charlotte to roller derby, where Charlotte discovers physical challenges, emotional resilience, and the strength that can come from supportive relationships.

There are many stereotypes about roller derby, and I feared that it would be used as a plot device to simplistically turn Charlotte into a strong woman. I was delighted to discover just the opposite--the demanding, sometimes violent sport of roller derby and its participants are presented with empathy, compassion, and respect.
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Prior to reading Going in Circles, I had only read one of Pamela Ribbon's other books, which I loved. Needless to say, I was excited about starting Going in Circles, but it didn't wow me like You Take it From Here did. The story and the characters were mildly entertaining and the plot was not predictable, which is always great. But, overall I felt like there were too many ancillary characters with their own side stories that detracted from the main story. And all the detailed scenes and descriptions about roller derby were completely lost on me. I know very little about roller derby and really have no interest in the sport so maybe I was not the target market for this book. For me, this book was just okay. If you understand roller derby then it might be more entertaining.

Having now read two of her books, I will definitely check out some of her other titles. While this book wasn't really up my alley, her writing is insightful and fun and I can't wait to check out what else she has done.
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I don't usually read chicklit, but I read Pamela Ribon because I enjoy her blog and her sense of humor.

This book didn't charm me as much as "Why Girls are Weird" did. Granted, the subject matter is a little dark -- the protagonist, Charlotte, is in limbo as she decides whether to try to reconcile with her estranged husband. She gets pretty depressed, and eventually reveals the what the low point of the marriage was.

Unfortunately, none of it seems horrible enough, and Charlotte comes across as whiny and needing to just snap out of it and get on with her life. The secondary characters (Charlotte's coworkers, one of whom has a Skype boyfriend & drafts Charlotte into a roller derby team, the other of whom has unexpectedly impregnated his wife and is dealing with imminent & possibly unwanted fatherhood) are more interesting and well-rounded than Charlotte.

Ultimately, the book is not terribly nuanced, but it's a fun read for anybody who likes chickbooks or Pamie's online writing.
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I bought this as a Christmas present for my best friend when she was part of a roller derby team. She LOVED it so much she finished it within the week. She said it inspired her so much, and she let her sister read it and she loved it as well! Since I did not read this book, but my friends LOVED it SOO MUCH, I give this book 5 stars!
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