<p><b>''<i>Priestdaddy</i> caused a sensation when it hit bookshelves in 2017'' </b><i>Vogue</i><br><b>''Glorious'' </b><i>Sunday Times</i><br>''<b>Laugh-out-loud funny'' </b><i>The Times</i><br><b>''Extraordinary'' </b><i>Observer</i><br><b>''Exceptional'' </b><i>Telegraph</i><br><b>''Electric'' </b><i>New York Times</i><br><b>''Snort-out-loud'' </b><i>Financial Times</i><br><b>''Dazzling'' </b><i>Guardian</i><br><b>''Do yourself a favour and read this memoir!'' </b><i>BookPage</i><br><br><b>WINNER OF THE THURBER PRIZE FOR AMERICAN HUMOUR</b><br><br>The childhood of Patricia Lockwood, the poet dubbed ''The Smutty-Metaphor Queen of Lawrence, Kansas'' by <i>The</i><i>New York Times</i>, was unusual in many respects. There was the location: an impoverished, nuclear waste-riddled area of the American Midwest. There was her mother, a woman who speaks almost entirely in strange riddles and arnings of impending danger. Above all, there was her gun-toting, guitar-riffing, frequently semi-nake