Crying Naked

Hi, I'm Kristin. I'm 38, I drive a Volvo XC60 (the perfect nudist's car), and I've cried naked in more places than most people have eaten lunch. Showers. Hammocks. Pool decks. A beach in Maui in front of German tourists. If there's a flat-ish surface and some emotional turbulence, I've probably had a meltdown there in my birthday suit.

This is not a book about tasteful nudity. This is a book about the messy, snotty, hilarious reality of being a modern nudist with a talent for falling in love way too fast and crying way too hard when it ends. It's about Mack (who dumped me after two days), Damian (and his suspiciously codependent rescue iguana), Tony (hot but sunscreen-flirty with other women), and thirteen other heartbreaks that all ended with me reaching for a towel and a glass of wine.

Along the way, you'll get my highly educational and completely inappropriate wisdom on:

• Why crying naked is the ultimate emotional detox

• How to pull off a full-body ugly cry without flashing the UPS guy

• The secret health benefits of meltdowns and tan lines

• The rules of poolside sobbing (and how to keep your mascara off the floaties)

If you've ever cried in the shower, eaten ice cream straight from the carton, or fallen for someone you knew was bad news because they looked good in the sun, you'll get it. If you haven't...well, this might just convince you to try.

Part memoir, part survival guide, part stand-up comedy routine delivered without pants, Crying Naked will make you laugh, cringe, and maybe even consider ditching your swimsuit the next time life knocks you on your bare butt.

Perfect for fans of Jenny Lawson, Chelsea Handler, and anyone who's ever thought, "Is it just me, or would this be funnier without clothes?"