Pamela Capone must be a riot at parties. She can turn the most mundane details of a day into witty poetry, and find a way to connect it all to God’s higher plan for us. From the mini-essays in this collection, it is clear that Pam is the kind of woman you’d want in your corner when you’re in trouble to say just the right thing and help you laugh along the way. But it isn’t always clear why anyone outside of Pam’s immediate circle of family and friends would want to know that her husband now wears his pants a little high, or how she stops at every lemonade stand she sees.
The author tells the reader at the start that the mini-essays don’t need to be read chronologically. Some details of Pam’s life are repeated motifs—her adoption into an Italian-American family at a young age, her children, her charity work—but her voice, rather than her situations, really drive the stories. Some of these stories are very funny, filled with witty one-liners such as: “If you’re driving at high speeds through there, your car might need to be realigned afterward, or you might pop a tire, but if you’re trying to blend a smoothie, you’re in luck”, and ending on a contemplative note to seize the day and trust in God: “So, here’s what I think I can tell: We’re all souls, sometimes missing a beat, and needing all of today’s grace, hoping to be here—really here—using our own voice tomorrow”. But many others read like diary entries: cathartic for the writer to put down in words but not interesting for anyone else to read.
I PUNCHED MYSELF IN THE EYE is a haphazard collection of personal fragments peppered with clever lines and positive messages.