A worthy follow-up to her early memoir “A Girl Named Zippy.” My favorite chapter was: “A Short List of Records My Father Threatened to Break Over My Head If I Played Them One More Time.” My favorite moment may have been when another student in her class got up and recited a John Denver song, pretending it was his original poem, and Kimmel was so angry she was determined to turn him in for committing a crime. Or when her mom tells her to go wash her hands for dinner, and “I considered saying “Mom, I eat rocks, for heaven’s sake.”<\/p>\n
Really hilarious stuff and great slices of smalltown life. But here’s my question: how in the holy fucking hell does she REMEMBER all this stuff? If I tried to write a book of childhood memories, there’d be maybe two pages of what I remember, then five to six pages of “shit my parents have told me so many times, I kinda THINK I remember it, except really I don’t.” And the other 292 pages would be BLANK because I.Do.Not.Remember.Anything and I’m so not joking about that. She remembers so much she’s gotten two books out of it. She remembers exact conversations she had in sixth grade. Or before. Did she keep a diary? Is that how? I am baffled by this. When I finally get a superpower, maybe it’ll be MEMORY because I am surely lacking it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A worthy follow-up to her early memoir “A Girl Named Zippy.” My favorite chapter was: “A Short List of Records My Father Threatened to Break Over My Head If I Played Them One More Time.” My favorite moment may have … Continue reading