Years ago, after a really bad rough patch in my life, I promised myself I'd try to have at least one good laugh every day...for the rest of my life. Now you might think that's a pretty damn tall order but you'd be surprised.
Figured out something awhile back. There are negative and positive forces in the universe. Sometimes those negatives will bite you in the ass when least expected but, if you look hard enough you can find just as many positives lying around to counteract the bad junk. So...to fight of the boogie man, I hang with people would are full of positive energy and people who make me laugh. Honestly, what's more positive that laughter?
Yesterday Kelley talked about those "comfort reads" we all seem to have. The well-thumbed, practically-memorized book that just makes you sigh. But what about the stuff that brings us all what we truly need from time to time? Fun. Laughs.
Okay, I'll freely admit, I have a huge stash of favorite funny ladies, among them Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Jennie Cruisie, and the wonderful Sandra Hill. I'll say right off the bat that Sandra Hill has me falling-on-the-floor laughing with every new book. She makes me laugh until I cry, I holler, I stomp my feet. Everything about her humor appeals to me. If you aren't familiar with her work, she writes about time traveling Vikings, time traveling Viking SEALS...yeah SEALS and red-hot Cajuns. She also has some historicals that I've re-read so often they are falling apart. There was a scene in The Blue Viking that I'll never forget. This story was about a Viking who was so damn good looking that he was an ass most of the time. Well, he insulted a little witch who got so pissed, she turned him BLUE. (Anny Cook would love this one...lol). Years later, he comes back to find her so she can reverse the spell. Trouble is the heroine isn't really a very talented witch. Everything she does gets screwed up. In one particular scene (and I'll never forget it), there is a huge roasted pig on a trestle table and she brags to the group of rowdy Vikings that she is talented enough to make the PIG RISE. The men form a circle as she begins the chant. The pig doesn't rise but the MEN DO!!! Or at least a part of them does. Something about that scene had me hooting and my family thought I'd lost my mind.
So who writes the drop dead funniest stuff you've ever read? Does Janet's Stephanie Plum (or her Grandma) keep you in stitches? Do you like the quirky humor of Catherine Coulter? Or is the satisfyingly sweet and silly stuff of SEP more to your tastes?