By Laurie Notaro
NEW YORK occasions BESTSELLER
“I’ve replaced a section due to the fact highschool. again then I stated no to utilizing and promoting medicinal drugs. I washed on a standard foundation and nonetheless had stable credit.”
Introducing Laurie Notaro, the chief of the fool women’ Action-Adventure membership. on a daily basis she fearlessly rises from mattress to defeat the evil machinations of dolts, dimwits, and creepy boyfriends—and that’s sooner than she even places on a bra.
For the previous ten years, Notaro has been enjoyable Phoenix newspaper readers together with her wildly a laugh autobiographical exploits and designated existence reports. She writes a couple of global of hourly-wage jobs that require totally no talents, a mom who fingers down judgments extra forcefully than someone seated on the excellent courtroom, bad highschool reunions, and hangovers that depart her stunned that she awakened within the first place.
The misadventures of Laurie and her fellow fool women (“too cool to be within the shrewdpermanent Group”) spread in a global that everybody will realize yet nobody has ever defined so hilariously. She gives you the products: lifestyles as we know it.
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