If you’re not already madly in love with Nancy (and I think a ton of people are — I used to have a Nancy T-shirt and I couldn’t walk more than a couple blocks in NYC without someone stopping me to ask where I got it), you will be after looking at Joe Brainard’s The Nancy Book. I promise. I can’t remember the last time that a book cracked me up like this. (“If Nancy was a Ball” is perhaps the one that made me laugh most — it’s sort of inexplicably charming and weirdo-bizarro all at the same time.)
