My mom had the breakdown for the family, and I went into therapy for all of us.

I shot through my twenties like a luminous thread through a dark needle, blazing toward my destination: Nowhere.

My mother's career was over at 40 but she was still trying to be everyone's buddy, always smiling for the cameras.

Now it's dedicated to my grandparents and to both of my parents. The first book was dedicated to my mother so I thought maybe it was my father's turn, but then I realized that everyone would jump on that and assume I'd had some falling out with my mother, which is absolutely not the case.

He's a very strange guy, my father. I can't get mad at him because he's so adorable.

My mother is an extraordinary woman, extraordinary.

Life is a cruel, horrible joke and I am the punch line.