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SusannaG - Confessions of a Crazy Cat Lady

Just another GR refugee.  Other than that, I had a stroke in 2004, and read almost anything I can get my hands on, though I have a particular weakness for history, mystery, and historical fiction.

Currently reading

I Contain Multitudes: The Microbes Within Us and a Grander View of Life
Ed Yong
Progress: 9 %
Wizard's First Rule
Terry Goodkind
Progress: 49 %
Thomas Cromwell: The Untold Story of Henry VIII's Most Faithful Servant
Tracy Borman
Progress: 14 %
Storm in a Teacup: The Physics of Everyday Life
Helen Czerski
Progress: 20 %
The Hanover Square Affair
Ashley Gardner
Progress: 10 %
Medieval Tastes: Food, Cooking, and the Table (Arts and Traditions of the Table: Perspectives on Culinary History)
Beth Archer Brombert, Massimo Montanari
Progress: 10 %
Scars of Independence: America's Violent Birth
Holger Hoock
Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind
Yuval Noah Harari Dr
Progress: 9 %
Elizabeth: The Forgotten Years
John Guy
Progress: 20/512 pages
Lady Cop Makes Trouble
Amy Stewart

October Book a Day #17: Book(s) That Made Me Laugh in Public

Lucky Jim - David Lodge, Kingsley Amis The Code of the Woosters - P.G. Wodehouse Poetry for Cats: The Definitive Anthology of Distinguished Feline Verse - Henry Beard Motel of the Mysteries - David Macaulay My Life and Hard Times - James Thurber The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, #1) - Douglas Adams

All of these titles, in different moods and at different ages, have made me laugh in public.


When I was a teenager, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy was the book all the other teens were reading, and it was hilarious.  My parents gave me My Life and Hard Times at that age, and it was a wonderful, very funny memoir of growing up in the midwest a century ago, from one of the founders of The New Yorker (not to be missed: "the dog that bit people" and "the night the bed fell").


Encountered as an older adolescent, and again in college anthropology, Motel of the Mysteries had me laughing non-stop (my roommates, too, as I recall).  The illustrations are half the fun.  At about this time I also read The Code of the Woosters, a masterpiece by P.G. Wodehouse.


More recently I've read, loved, and laughed at Poetry for Cats and Lucky Jim.  (The latter I was reading while visiting my father; he heard me howling with laughter from upstairs and then nodded with understanding when my answer to "What's so funny?" was "Lucky Jim." He gave it to me, by the way.)