Summary of Cat Marnell's How to Murder Your Life

Everest Media

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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I have always wanted to be a beauty editor. I was born in 1982 in Washington, DC, under a crack-rock white moon. I’ve got a cassette tape recording of my birth and everything. A sample: It’s a girl! the doctor announces. A girl. my mother wails.
#2 I had it all as a kid: a Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist for a neighbor, a tennis court, and a playground carved out of fallen trees that I used as soccer goals. I sold soda cans and water bottles through the fence for a dollar a pop when tournaments like the US Open came through.
#3 I was lucky to live in a special house for ten years. My father, however, insisted on doing the lawns himself, like he was a farmer instead of a psychiatrist. The house was expensive to maintain.
#4 My mother was a psychotherapist with a private practice on 42nd Street NW. She wasn’t home much, as she took me to Saks Fifth Avenue in Chevy Chase to see a handbag she was thinking about.

Informations

• Publié par: Everest Media LLC
• Date de parution: 13 mars 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669352853
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Insights on Cat Marnell's How to Murder Your Life
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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I have always wanted to be a beauty editor. I was born in 1982 in Washington, DC, under a crack-rock white moon. I’ve got a cassette tape recording of my birth and everything. A sample: It’s a girl! the doctor announces. A girl. my mother wails.

#2

I had it all as a kid: a Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist for a neighbor, a tennis court, and a playground carved out of fallen trees that I used as soccer goals. I sold soda cans and water bottles through the fence for a dollar a pop when tournaments like the US Open came through.

#3

I was lucky to live in a special house for ten years. My father, however, insisted on doing the lawns himself, like he was a farmer instead of a psychiatrist. The house was expensive to maintain.

#4

My mother was a psychotherapist with a private practice on 42nd Street NW. She wasn’t home much, as she took me to Saks Fifth Avenue in Chevy Chase to see a handbag she was thinking about.

#5

My father, a psychiatrist, was always dealing with crazy patients. He loved history and Shakespeare, and he was so smart that you could watch Jeopardy! with him and he knew the right question for every statement.

#6

My dad was a psychiatrist, and he took me on trips to state fairs and dollhouse furniture stores. He would whistle for Benny the Bear, and I would go out with them.

#7

I played secretary inside the house while my parents were out in the front yard, playing tennis. The phone never stopped ringing. I had to take calls from my parents’ patients.

#8

I had two places to escape to when things were bad at my house. I would go to my Mimi’s house, which was just a stone’s throw from our glass house. I would spend time with my grandmother, who was my favorite person in the world.

#9

I had a crazy childhood. I was constantly getting into trouble, but I loved living in that gnarly basement. It was like my own world. No one ever bothered me down there.
Insights from Chapter 2

#1

I was a huge fan of Courtney Love, and I loved reading about her in magazines. She was glamorous and a feminist, and her mother was a weirdo psychotherapist.

#2

I was obsessed with rock concerts, and I would go to as many shows as I could. I saw the Lords of Acid, R. E. M. , Smashing Pumpkins, and the Cranberries at the HFStival in 1995.

#3

I had become an alterna-groupie, and I loved it. I loved meeting all the celebrities, and I was the happiest I had ever been. My father, on the other hand, was not feeling me at all. He was ultraconservative and not down with rock ’n’ roll.

#4

I was a straight-A student in elementary school, but as soon as I hit puberty, everything went downhill. I was in one of those huge public middle schools, taking seven different classes a day. I couldn’t keep up. I couldn’t even remember my locker combination.

#5

I had to send my sister, who was in a lock-up, letters every day. They got progressively stranger. She referred to my dad as her precious daddy, and me as her favorite sis.

#6

When I was 14, my sister went to Utah for therapy, but my parents said that the peace had to go back into our family. But that’s not what happened at all. My dad’s stress was worse than ever. He screamed and screamed, even though there was no one yelling back anymore.

#7

I was already in high school by then, and my father had decided that Shabd, who got straight A’s, was a bad influence. I was destroyed. My friends were my whole world. I couldn’t even hang out with them on the weekends.

#8

I was so excited about the letter I had written to the editor of Vogue magazine that I didn’t care that I was only 14 years old. It appeared in the April issue, and praised me for being charming and witty.

#9

I was always making my own magazines. In 1997, the web was about to kill off the entire zine community, but I didn’t know that yet. I had been blowing through my allowance mailing stamps and one-dollar bills to people who listed their zines in the Factsheet Five. But when I went to Mimi’s for a belated fifteenth birthday celebration weekend, I came home with two hundred dollars in my pocket.