Publisher's Synopsis
I laugh. I love laughter. I laugh hard and I laugh loud. I love the way my cheeks rise and almost pierce my eyes. I love the way my mouth opens up almost uncontrollably and lets out this sound, this burst of air that empties my lungs. The way my hand grabs my belly as it contracts, and tears start to form in the corners of my eyes. A life without laughter doesn't seem like much of a life at all; in the words of Victor Hugo: "Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face."
