We're All Mad Here: an (in)elegant memoir

Fiercely opinionated and unapologetically peculiar, Marie Kuipers points to her New Jersey upbringing for her no-f*cks-given philosophy. As for why she spent most of her adult life underemployed, she credits her mom-who believes she knows better than God Himself-for that.

As if ties to the Dirty Jerz and Ol' Sky Dad weren't enough, add a psychotic catfishing ex-husband, a lifesaving Solo cup, heaps of grief, and a dash of Lyme, and you've got the recipe for a (mostly) hilarious roller-coaster ride of a read.

We're All Mad Here dares to peer behind the curtain of one woman's unhinged life. Meet Bucky, the depraved, wildly inappropriate rescue pup. Join her in censuring such horrors as murderous umbrellas and, obviously, Steely Dan. Experience the epiphany that saves a beloved rooster from an evil HOA Karen. Bond over such atrocities as puke, the patriarchy, and plus-sized effrontery. Find unexpected solace in a simple feather.

We're All Mad Here forms the gooey center of a Venn diagram for "dark," "irreverent," and "raucously funny."

This collection of sketches explores life as an outlier in a family bound by generational trauma. For everyone who has dreamed of conquering calamity, embracing chaos, or banging a hot vampire, We're All Mad Here plunges you into a maelstrom of heartbreak, hilarity, and, finally, forgiveness.