The Girl With The Lower Back Tattoo by Amy Schumer
I hated it when I finished this book. My husband however was thrilled.
No longer did he have to lay beside someone in bed who appeared to be having a full-blown seizure in order to stifle hysterical laughter because that was me – night after night after night.
Readheads, this book is fantastically funny but if you know anything of this fine comedian you will know when she writes a book, it is not for the faint hearted. If you don’t want to read a lot of very rude words (there is a kaleidoscopic array) or hear anything in any way sexual (oh, baby), put this book back on the shelf and step away now because this one packs a punch.
I nearly didn’t get it because it felt a little low-brow for me to review (who I think I am I don’t know) but I kept seeing it on the New York Times Bestseller list and then I received a birthday book voucher (the best sort of gift) and this was the first book I saw as I walked in the store. Destiny.
By the end of the first page, I was happy as a pig in mud. Amy Schumer is my spirit animal.
There are a few things I really liked about this book so in no particular order –
She is incredibly funny (to me).
She is incredibly honest (oh my god).
She is a brave heart who has worked brutally hard for years to achieve ‘overnight success’.
She doesn’t poke fun at people in a horrible way or throw people under the bus – even those who I reckon probably deserve it.
She is loyal.
She is strangely normal.
I want Amy as a friend. Desperately. I finished this book (which for the sake of being a good reviewer I should say is a series of tales and reflections about her own life) and then spent countless hours googling her shows and watching anything and everything I could on YouTube. I haven’t guffawed so much in years.
So yes, unashamedly, this is a love letter to Amy Schumer, The Girl with The Lower Back Tattoo. Grab it, read it and laugh out loud. It’s great for the soul.
Perhaps try to read it during the day though. You don’t want to cover up the muffled hysteria in bed because one night, when you ARE having an actual fit, your loved one might just sleep through the whole thing.
And that is my two cents worth.