I’m pleased to present this guest post by the star of the My Life books, Tom Weekly. Thanks Tom.
6 Reasons You Should Not Read the My Life Books
1. They’re full of dum stuff.
2. They tell more stories about Stella Holling, the girl who’s always trying to kiss me – and kissing girls is weird and sick and wrong.
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3. They feature freaky body parts. (I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea to write stories about my freaky four-toed foot, my big fat hairy birthmark and my appendix being ripped out of my body, but I did.)
4. Reading is good for you. Teachers and parents love it when you read, because it makes you smart, and then you’ll get a good job and make lots of money and become famous and contribute to society. Which means that, when you read, parents and teachers are winning. Which means that you are losing, so you should not read in order to become more dum, and then you win. Ha!
5. My Life & Other Stuff I Made Up has a story about my nan and Jack’s nan fighting in a back-alley brawl. It has the second-most disgusting end to a story in the history of children’s literature. (The grossest is the story about Brent Bunder’s sore in My Life & Other Stuff That Went Wrong.)
6. You should be reading nourishing stuff, like Dickens and Shakespeare and Emily Brontë, not the ravings of a dum kid like me, who can’t even spell ‘dum’.
NB: There are several more reasons not to read the My Life books in the back of My Life & Other Exploding Chickens but I don’t recommend you read them, because that would involve reading a My Life book. (See points 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6 above.)