Jenn Q. Goddu started a birthday blog on her 42nd birthday, the meaning-of-life year for Hitchhiker’s Guide fans, and kept it going for seven years, mostly to demonstrate how much she likes birthdays.
By trade she’s a journalist and content marketer turned executive ghostwriter, which means she usually writes in other people’s voices. This book is in her own, for better or worse.
Canadian by birth and living now in Charlotte, North Carolina, she rejects the idea that birthdays are just for kids. If anything, she appreciates them more now. A birthday is one day a year when she gives herself permission to be particularly nice to herself: no work, no meetings, and, as much as possible, nothing she doesn’t want to do.
She takes every October 6 off. There will probably be reading, a long lunch, a weekday matinee, and cake. Some people find this excessive. Those people have meetings on their birthdays. Those people take that morning off for the dentist, and the dentist doesn’t even bring balloons.
Every fact in this book is sourced. Every joke is her fault.
