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Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #388390 in Books
• Published on: 2008-04-28
• Number of items: 1
• Binding: Paperback
• 241 pages

Jill Soloway author of Tiny Women In Shiny Pants and writer on Six Feet Under.
"Andrea Askowitz brilliant debut memoir is the exact kind of thing I'm always looking for at the bookstore--something that reads like an intimate yet super funny, painfully true letter from my very best friend. Andrea is like a girl version of David Sedaris or Augusten Burroughs, mining perfect comedic moments from the very worst of life's offerings. You don't have to be miserable, lonely or a lesbian to completely relate to the hilarious journey that is Andrea's life."

Louise Sloan author of Knock Yourself Up: A Tell-All Guide to Becoming a Single Mom
"This is one whiny, bitchy pregnant lady--and you can't help but love her. Askowitz is funny and fearless."

Jennifer Traig author of Devil In the Details: Scenes from an Obsessive Girlhood
"You don't have to be a miserable, lonely, pregnant lesbian to adore Andrea Askowitz's awfully funny story. Anyone who enjoys schadenfreude, laugh-out-loud asides, and frank depictions of biological horrors will love this wonderful book. You will read it dog-eared and quote the most outrageous parts at length to all your friends. An awfully funny story."

Customer Reviews

Pregnancy is Not for the Weak of Heart or Stomach!
My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy is author, Andrea Askowitz's brutally honest memoir recounting the months she spent trying to get pregnant, actually pregnant, and as a new mother. As can be easily discerned from the title, Andrea did not enjoy being pregnant and she makes no effort to sugarcoat her experience. Askowitz is frank and extremely open in describing the messy and oftentimes unpleasant experiences involved with pregnancy and child birth.

What makes My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy work as a memoir is the balance that Askowitz manages to maintain between candid description of her opinions and admission that those opinions might have been skewed by her own gloom. Askowitz pulls no punches in describing her bitter disappoint with her friends, her ex-girlfriend, and her family; however, her harsh judgments are tempered by her acknowledgment that her estimations were not always fair and that she was a big pain in the neck. Askowitz's ability to call herself out on her own issues makes her endearing and likeable.

Askowitz's ability to be so unguarded in her writing oftentimes results in uproarious hilarity. Her recounting of her arguments and passive-aggressive altercations with her therapist will leave readers in stitches. She is candid, annoying, funny, loving, infuriating, and a whole host of other contradicting descriptions that make a person complicated and interesting.

Overall, this is a thoroughly enjoyable memoir that lifts the curtain on the rosy, glowing pregnancy façade that is usually presented to reveal the difficult, hard, and ugly side of pregnancy.

I do, however, feel a responsibility to future readers to mention that this might not be the book for those who consider themselves exceptionally squeamish, prudish, or easily offended.

Loved It
I laughed, I cried, I laughed some more . . . Andrea's story was funny and very real -- everyone can identify with some aspect of this lonely, lesbian, pregnant (and very funny) woman.

not as bad as I thought
Okay, so as a gay man I wasn't really interested in reading this book but a friend of mine insisted her and her friends thought it was hilarious and biting, which they seem to think is right up my alley (I wonder). Thus I gave the book a shot and really it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, in fact it does have it's moments of biting sarcastic humor, not quite as literistic as say Sedaris but still, better than most. Ms. Askowitz does lay it all out there and sometimes comes off as a whiner and you really just want to tell her to get over it and be happy or at least move on from the ex-girlfriend Kate, who really, it seems, is just dragging her down. But I'm guessing one can chalk her continual moodiness up to the over stimulation of hormones pregnant women go through, or at least I hope that is the case. It seems so as towards the end of the book she comes to some kind of acceptance for being a single mom and loving the little one she has given birth to, she almost seems relaxed for her new role. I'm not going to say every gay man should read this, because let's face it most could care less, but for those other few of us and for single women looking to have a child, it's worth a read.