Neues Lieblingsbuch. Noch nie hab ich mich so gesehen und geborgen gefühlt beim Lesen. Jenny Slate weiß, was es heißt, komisch zu sein und es zu lieben. Es sind irgendwie Geschichten aus dem Leben der Autorin, aber oft sind sie wie ein Fiebertraum geschrieben. Herrlich selbstironisch, witzig und tiefgründig. Ich hab mir auf fast jeder Seite etwas markiert und musste öfters zurückblättern und mir nochmal die Stellen durchlesen. Little Weirds fasst das ganze Buch perfekt zusammen und safe to say, das wird (ist) meine ganze Persönlichkeit von heute an. ---- But what am I supposed to do with all of the parts of my heart that are only there to be given? Those parts of the heart, they really aren't for me, they are not for my home or my body or my self-love. They are for you and wherever you are, you are too unknown to be in my daydream. I am stuck here in a cycle and I am getting older but I am not growing up and my heart is getting soft dark spots on it like a fruit that has gone bad or is soft because too many hands have squeezed it but then put it back down not because I am not ready but because they were not ready for my type of fruity flesh. I felt so ripe and sweet - what was off? Maybe because I was so obsessed with what it would feel like to one day fall in love, to have another person who loved you the most, and loved you so much, voluntarily, that it became involuntary. I am supposed to be touched. I can't wait to find the person who will come into my kitchen just to smell my neck and get behind me and hug me and breathe me in and make me turn around and make me kiss his face and put my hands in his hair even with my soapy dishwater drips. I am lovely woman. Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me? In the very grooves of my being is the desire to bust open, and the certainty that it is right to begin to live again even after long periods of cold and darkness. You see my garden, you come into my home, and it tells you not just what I like to see and what I want to be around, but how you should treat me. I am the live thing that belongs here, with other live things like this. The reason I think that it will be hard to meet someone who I am actually interested in is that I cannot stand these preliminary moments when you can't deeply know each other and be together forever.

It's mostly a cute little collection of stories and then from time to time when you don't even expect it Jenny slate has this unconventional view on things where I was like "damn she's so right I have never even thought about that". And those hit me right in the heart. My fav story: Restaurant. It goes something like this: Hello I am a woman on a blue and green sphere that has dollops and doinks of mountains all over it. Some of them splooge out thick liquid fire spurts that run downhill and cool and turn into vacation destinations after a few thousand years...

this was such a cute book. fairly short at 221 pages. easy to read and understand. jenny has a way with connecting the reader to her own life experiences. i thoroughly enjoyed her writing and the way she organized it. her writing style is amazing and simple. i only rated it a 4 because at points, it drags and the stories don’t have appeal but the majority do!! so please read it if you want a book that talks about death and love and loss and redemption and everything people are afraid to admit to in their own lives.