From the Bookshelf of Melbourne Library Service…

[close] The author describes this as a mostly true memoir and goes on to say that the parts that sound the most outrageous are more likely to be truer than the parts that sound believeable!
Growing up in poverty, with a father who hunted (and therefore there was blood everywhere) and was also a taxidermist - leading to a very funny chapter about her father’s attempts to entertain her and her siblings with a gruesome hand puppet made from a freshly dead squirrel, which landed her in therapy as an adult – as well as a mother who was bringing up her children in a ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’ kind of way the author constantly throws something crazy and funny your way.
Humour also allows Lawson to dwell lightly on some of the more painful parts of her life — those memories that the title suggests might be best left repressed. She skims past her anorexia and her anxiety disorder; and while she knocks you out with the sorrow of her miscarriages, she has you laughing by the next page.
I also love how her writing sounds like she is talking right to you.