
In several of her essays, she describes to varying degrees her frustrations with her mind, her body, and the insurance company that seems determined not to let her treat either (fuck the American healthcare system, wow). Lawson lives with several chronic illnesses, such as rheumatoid arthritis, anxiety, and depression. If you haven’t: basically, it’s a series of essays that pose as memoirs and hilarious stories but are also, often, thoughtful reflections on our lives. If you have read either of Lawson’s previous books, you’ll know what to expect for this one. To be broken is not to be without value-a message that our capitalist society forgets at times. Even as Lawson makes fun of herself and others, she acknowledges that she deserves compassion and patience. With self-deprecation that also recognizes that your self is human and valuable too. What is the best possible way to be hilarious? With a generous helping of compassion.

I’ve always maintained that Jenny Lawson is hilarious in the best possible way, and Broken (In the Best Possible Way) only sustains this opinion.
