Broken (in the Best Possible Way), by Jenny Lawson

Broken continues Jenny Lawson’s tradition, begun in her earlier books Furiously Happy and Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, of juxtaposing wildly improbable (yet apparently true!) mishaps featuring a bizarre menagerie of creatures, with oh-so-relatable socially awkward mishaps and misunderstandings, with absolutely heart-wrenching descriptions of what it’s like to live with severe depression. Lawson’s style is, as always, breezy and hilarious, sometimes even when she’s writing about very dark things. This is the first book of hers that I listened to on audiobook and, like many memoirs, it works very well in the author’s own voice. Also, I want to give props to the fact that Lawson has the best names for her pets you could possibly imagine — a dog named Dorothy Barker, a cat named Hunter S. Tomcat, and (not really a pet, I guess) a snake that lives in her yard that she calls Hisstopher Columbus because “he keeps trying to discover our house even though we’re already living there.”