This memoir (of sorts) slips n' slides us from the fifties on up to the nineties by award-winning and Emmy-nominated comedy writer, Debbie Kasper, who has already been hailed "a female David Sedaris." A deliciously honest memoir splattered with so many scathing family secrets, that she had to wait for people to die to even write it. Her collection of hilarious, acerbic, sometimes poignant tales drops us smack into the middle of the fifties and sixties inside the chaotic Kasper house--a home where bourbon rules, hamsters roam freely, and sanity runs scared. Debbie's parents smoke and drink like they only have a day to live, spewing out twisted advice like, "Don't have children, you'll just end hating half of them." Debbie navigates through the suburban jungle overrun with three terrorizing brothers who dangle snakes in her face, hide mice in her bras, jump out of second-story windows, crack open fish tanks and eventually set the place on fire. During the Summer of Love, the parents throw their kids a surprise half-sister, just in time to watch her go mad. Debbie stampedes through the '70s, and 80s armed with horrible parental guidance, and a drinking problem all her own. These memoir-ish stories are a blast to read and they're also a bit of a reunion for baby boomers-one that you don't have to drop twenty pounds to go to.