Sometime back, I met the author of Trailer Trash online through the great, mysterious reaches of Twitterverse. I stumbled upon Stacey Roberts’ blog one day and started reading. I was supposed to be leaving the house for some reason or other, but instead I sat glued to the computer screen, tears running down my face, practically choking to death on laughter. My husband was watching television in the next room and I kept yelling out, trying to share my mirth in a garbled, hysterical way that I’m pretty sure he didn’t understand a word of. Before I had finished reading that blog post, I was hooked.
I had no idea these short stories would result in a book, but I was excited when I heard they had, knowing the hilarious exploits of a young boy, his onion-loving Jewish mother and his older brother (Layne, the favorite) would give me hours more entertainment and laughter.
Trailer Trash is a book you just have to share. Stacey’s stories of childhood and beyond are filled with crazy characters, bizarre circumstances, near-death experiences, and inedible food that could have killed a lesser person but instead gave him a totally new perspective… the perspective of a humor author.
I’m just glad his lungs were “cooked” enough that he survived being a preemie baby and lived to tell his tale. You’ll have to read the book to understand that. I suggest you get started. Life is too short not to laugh your way through it. Trailer Trash will start you on your way.
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