Summary of Cat Marnell's How to Murder Your Life

By IRB Media

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.

Book Preview:#1 I have always wanted to be a beauty editor. I was born in 1982 in Washington, DC, under a crack-rock white moon. I’ve got a cassette tape recording of my birth and everything. A sample: It’s a girl! the doctor announces. A girl. my mother wails.

#2 I had it all as a kid: a Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist for a neighbor, a tennis court, and a playground carved out of fallen trees that I used as soccer goals. I sold soda cans and water bottles through the fence for a dollar a pop when tournaments like the US Open came through.

#3 I was lucky to live in a special house for ten years. My father, however, insisted on doing the lawns himself, like he was a farmer instead of a psychiatrist. The house was expensive to maintain.

#4 My mother was a psychotherapist with a private practice on 42nd Street NW. She wasn’t home much, as she took me to Saks Fifth Avenue in Chevy Chase to see a handbag she was thinking about.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Feb 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669352853

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Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 6

Insights from Chapter 7

Insights from Chapter 8

Insights from Chapter 9

Insights from Chapter 10

Insights from Chapter 11

Insights from Chapter 12

Insights from Chapter 13

Insights from Chapter 14

Insights from Chapter 15

Insights from Chapter 16

Insights from Chapter 17

Insights from Chapter 18

Insights from Chapter 19

Insights from Chapter 20

Insights from Chapter 21

Insights from Chapter 22

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I have always wanted to be a beauty editor. I was born in 1982 in Washington, DC, under a crack-rock white moon. I’ve got a cassette tape recording of my birth and everything. A sample: It’s a girl! the doctor announces. A girl. my mother wails.

#2

I had it all as a kid: a Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist for a neighbor, a tennis court, and a playground carved out of fallen trees that I used as soccer goals. I sold soda cans and water bottles through the fence for a dollar a pop when tournaments like the US Open came through.

#3

I was lucky to live in a special house for ten years. My father, however, insisted on doing the lawns himself, like he was a farmer instead of a psychiatrist. The house was expensive to maintain.

#4

My mother was a psychotherapist with a private practice on 42nd Street NW. She wasn’t home much, as she took me to Saks Fifth Avenue in Chevy Chase to see a handbag she was thinking about.

#5

My father, a psychiatrist, was always dealing with crazy patients. He loved history and Shakespeare, and he was so smart that you could watch Jeopardy! with him and he knew the right question for every statement.

#6

My dad was a psychiatrist, and he took me on trips to state fairs and dollhouse furniture stores. He would whistle for Benny the Bear, and I would go out with them.

#7

I played secretary inside the house while my parents were out in the front yard, playing tennis. The phone never stopped ringing. I had to take calls from my parents’ patients.

#8

I had two places to escape to when things were bad at my house. I would go to my Mimi’s house, which was just a stone’s throw from our glass house. I would spend time with my grandmother, who was my favorite person in the world.

#9

I had a crazy