The star of Bravo's breakout scripted comedy Odd Mom Out shares her razor-sharp wit and backhanded wisdom in a deeply observed and outrageously funny collection of musings, lists, essays, and outrages.
From her unique lingo (things don't simply frighten her, they M. Night Shyamalan her out) to her gimlet-eyed view of narrow-mindedness to her morbid but curiously life-affirming parenting style, Jill Kargman is nothing if not original. In this hilarious new book, the sharp-elbowed mother of three turns her unconventional lens on life and death and everything in between, including:
The politically correct peer pressure she felt from the new moms in her hood, the women who provided the grist for the mill of her hit television show
The evolution of her aesthetic from Miami Vice vibrant (a very brief flirtation) to Wednesday Addams meets rocker chic
Her deep-seated New Yorker's discomfort with moving vehicles that aren't taxis and subways (aka "suburban panic disorder")
The family obsession with reading obituaries for their medical revelations and real estate news value
The reasons why, in a land of tan-orexic baby-oil beach bakers, she chooses to honor the valor of her ghostly pallor
From a hellish visit to the Happiest Place on Earth to her unusual wedding night with Russell Crowe to her adrenaline-pumping gay pride parade experience, Sprinkle Glitter on My Grave is as wonderfully indecent and entertaining as a spring break road trip with your best friend. Assuming your best friend is the kind of gal who still wears a motorcycle jacket to pick up the kids at school.
"The creator of Bravo's Odd Mom Out, Kargman dishes out a variety of essays that poke fun at herself, her family, friends, and the world in general.... Prepare to laugh." (Kirkus Reviews)
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I'd seen "Odd Mom Out" and thought it was funny, so I thought I'd give one of Jill's books a try. I didn't make it past the 2nd chapter. Jill seems to thing that more curse words=more coolness. I'm not even that bothered by expletives, but it's tiring when there are 1-2 in each sentence, mingled with Yiddish words. Jill Kargman tries very hard to convince you what a hip and goth-cool mom she is. I was annoyed and couldn't take any more of it by the 2nd chapter. I returned this audiobook.