When was the last time you read something that made you laugh?

Like really laugh. Like made noises out of your mouth and nose. Think about that for a second.

Anyway.

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Chelsea Martin’s “Mickey,” published by Curbside Splendor (2016) is one of the three funniest books I’ve read in the last year (Note: if you’re interested in my other two favorites or for other recommendations, please reach out to us on social; we’re more than happy to waste time with you during work).

Told in a series of vignettes, “Mickey” follows a young aspiring artist recovering from a break-up with a man named Mickey. You see her lows. Her meh days. Her spirals of feeling and interaction with potential new beaus. Oh yeah, she’s also having trouble finding work and her mother can’t stop posting alarming messages on social media.

Martin’s writing is both witty and truthful. One of the things I really enjoyed is the way she describes the emotional contours of making and breaking up. The book is a quick read and makes for a solid gift. Why? Aside from being a pleasing way to spend a couple hours, the book’s emotional range is great. I finished it the other day and I feel fantastic.

Plus, you can always buy a copy, read it, then pass it off as brand-new.

Just make sure not to spill something colorful on it. One time I lent a friend a copy of “Moneyball” and she left it in her mom’s van in the sun on a hot day along with some kind of stinky frappé drink with like organic crap in it and the frappé exploded in the heat, all over the inside of the van, ruining my paperback.

I learned that at the end of the day, all people really care about is the interiors of their mom’s Odyssey.

Which will forever reek of kefir, strawberries, and flax oil.

Serves you right, Kate. And your van.