Lust & Wonder: A Memoir
Lust & Wonder: A Memoir
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The instant New York Times bestseller
Lust: 1. intense sexual desire or appetite
2.a passionate or overmastering desire or craving
3.ardent enthusiasm; zest; relish.
Wonder: 1. something strange and surprising; a cause of surprise, astonishment,or admiration
2. the emotion excited by what is strange and surprising; a feeling of surprised or puzzled interest, sometimes tinged with admiration
3. a miraculous deed or event; remarkable phenomenon
From the beloved #1 New York Times bestselling author comes an intimate look at the driving forces in one man’s life.
With Augusten's unique and singular observations and his own unabashed way of detailing both the horrific and the humorous, Lust and Wonder is a hilariously frank memoir that his legions of fans have been waiting for. His story began in Running with Scissors, endured through Dry, and continues with this memoir, the capstone to the life of Augusten Burroughs.
Funny, sweet, alarming, and ultimately, moving and tender, Lust & Wonder is an experience of a book that will resonate with anyone who has loved and lost and loved again.
wasn’t being funny; he was being borderline personality disorder-ish. But then? Less than two miles down the street, we saw another cop, this one speeding in the opposite direction. I assumed he was driving to the scene to assist the other cop with the dangerous tampon user. Until we could move into our new house the following week, we were living in a local motel that we called the Roach Motel. It was the sort of motel where the carpets were composed of equal parts nylon fiber and dried bodily
not want to stay in it. He said he was too old and tired to start again, so we should just make it work. How Cary Grant of him, I thought, masking my hurt and surprise with sarcasm. I was making the bed as we had this conversation. I told him, “I don’t want to be with somebody because he has a strong sense of duty.” I imagined that if Dennis knew he had financial security, he wouldn’t have stayed with me. Earlier that summer, I started wearing a tiny stud earring in the hole I’ve had in my
sparkly. Now, because I had no control or judgment or real-world knowledge, I was siphoning my 401(k) to buy them. I scrolled through Web site images of jade rings. I climbed up off the bed to get treats for the sleeping bulldogs. Add to cart, add to cart. III I sent Christopher an e-mail telling him how I felt. An e-mail seemed better than a phone call or a meeting in person, because he was accustomed to me dumping my words all over him. Plus, it was how I was most comfortable, and I
contact. If he stayed on his side of the bed and I stayed on mine, I’d be up all night. But when we were touching, his sleeping patterns trumped my insanity. Even when I thought it wouldn’t happen. * * * I never had another Jeep Guy dream. But I was married to him now. As surely as this unknown-to-me man drove me up the Rockies in his beat-up rig, this identical figure had transitioned from my dream state to my bed. It was, of course, preposterous and maybe psychotic, but it was also, in
fact, true. * * * I hardly said four words to Christopher the whole night of our wedding party. We were too busy wearing suits and pouring champagne and smiling. But late in the evening, we passed each other in his walk-through office, and his face was … well, you can’t fake a face like that. The guy with that face was insanely in love with whatever he was looking at. Because I was the only other person in the room, it had to be me. “Husband,” he said. “Married,” I said like, Can you even