I was reading a book called Encoding Love recently that turned out to be just so-so. But that book referred to They Call Me Naughty Lola: Personal Ads From The London Review of Books. That sentence was worth reading Encoding Love for. One of the best parts about working at the library is that two minutes after I saw the title I had the book in my hands.
Lola is a compilation of hilarious UK personal ads. Lonely hearts ads written by some very smart people who have obviously been driven to cynicism by their previous romantic encounters, or the lack of them. And still, for as fed up as they seem to be, they’re still in the game. Still putting themselves out there.
I’ll only need to include a couple to convince you:
Blah, blah, whatever. Indifferent woman. Go ahead and write. See if I care.
Ppfffttttt, ssshhhhhhhhwwwwt, peeffwt, pffpt. Man, 36. Bad at whistling.
Every page is full of gems like this. I laughed harder than I have in a long time. When it works, there are few things I enjoy more than dry, fussy British humor, and this book is crammed with it.
Aside from the humor, this book appealed to me in the same way that Postsecret does. There is something familiar on every page, even though each book is about people who feel isolated either by their secrets or their current lack of romance. I love it that these compendiums of people expressing the very flaws and secrets that could be making them feel isolated are also a way for other lonely people to feel less alone.
Anyways: it’s awesome.