From the Publisher
"Heather Havrilesky's memoir Disaster Preparedness is about board games, inappropriate boyfriends, Star Wars, kickball, Amy Carter and chain stores - but it's also about life and death, and love and loss. I thought it was great."
-AJ JACOBS, author of The Year of Living Biblically and The Guinea Pig Diaries
"I love Heather Havrilesky's work, and have been reading her for years. She's smart, hilarious, unique-just terrific."
"Heather Havrilesky captures the weird, chaotic, innocent-but-also-jaded, sweet- but-also-kind-of-rancid essence of childhood in the 1970s. And if that's not enough, she takes us-hilariously, painfully, utterly relatably-through the entropy of being a teenager in the 1980s. At once sharp and tender, Disaster Preparedness both laments and salutes what it means to belong to a family- and indeed an entire culture-that seems inherently unmoored."
-MEGHAN DAUM, author of My Misspent Youth and Life Would Be Perfect If I Lived in That House
Library Journal - BookSmack!
Salon.com writer Havrilesky stumbled through a childhood and adolescence marked by divorce, stultifying part-time jobs, cheerleading, and bad romance. Her sweet and witty examination of these and other aspects of a 1970s suburban upbringing focuses on lessons learned along the way. Havrilesky's reflections on the damage and the growth caused by living through life's myriad little disasters, and her enthusiastic conclusions about the value of our efforts just to live our lives, are encouraging and designed to remind us that we are, in fact, OK.What I'm Telling My Friends: I think Heather would like to meet us for dinner. It would be fun, we'd all laugh, and you guys should really read the book before we go. Therese Purcell Nielsen, "Memoir Short Takes," Booksmack! 10/7/10
Generic family memoir about growing up in North Carolina in the 1970s.
ForSalonstaff writer Havrilesky, as for most, childhood was a mix of ups and downs. The youngest of three, she was at the mercy of her older brother and sister—though, despite claims to the contrary, the abuse seemed to stop at minor offenses, like serving her an unappetizing cocktail of tomato juice and seltzer. Her parents' fights and eventual divorce were a major turning point in the author's childhood, invoking an understandable amount of instability, fear and strange vacations with other families who had different ways of looking at things. Adolescence came with the usual angst and awkwardness—a shining example of which was when she lost her virginity to a Paul Bunyan wannabe who was secretly pining after her best friend, and who, much to Havrilesky's shagrin, told the entire school about their tryst, which came back to haunt her even years later at a reunion. Finally, when her siblings had shipped off to college, the author looked forward to quiet time at home with her mother after what felt like years of chaos. But the relative peace was soon broken when her elderly grandmother could no longer live on her own and moved in. As an adult, Havrilesky tried to analyze memories with her therapist, delving into complicated feelings toward her father, who is no longer living, her mother, who still tries to control many things about her life, and other experiences. Now married and a mother of two, she tries to make sense of how her childhood influenced the adult that she has become.
Havrilesky's life is relatable but unremarkable—a pleasantly told story, but not compelling enough to sustain a full book.