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A hilarious and not-so-serious memoir about how funny girl, Summer Land, raised her ovaries in middle class America before falling in love and moving to Australia with her coal-mining husband. Summerlandish is all the hard-won, scar-leaving, tattoo-regretting, butthole-tearing lessons Summer has learned over the years summer-ised here in all their glamorously gory detail, so you dont have to bother with learning them yourselves. And, surprisingly, she seems to know quite a bit about love, life and awkward moments involving too much caffeine and/or lack of restraint.

Born in West Virginia and raised in Florida, Summer Land graduated magna cum laude from Emerson College in Boston in 2008 where she studied Marketing. After embarking on a Working Holiday in Australia and spending two ski seasons in Park City, Utah, Summer moved to Australia in 2010 where she settled down in Mudgee, NSW and began writing.

Inspired by Sloane Crosley, Chelsea Handler and David Sedaris, Summer first started blogging, but quickly learned she had a book inside of her. Summerlandish: Do As I Say, Not As I Did, was published in 2013, which prompted numerous writers and readers festival appearances across Australia. Her writing work has also been featured in Elle Australia, Cosmopolitan Australian, Mamamia and Womens Health. Today, Land is a contributor to The Tot and is working on a novel. I Now Pronounce You Husband and Expat is her second book.

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Published in 2013 by Hardie Grant Books

Hardie Grant Books (Australia)
Ground Floor, Building 1
658 Church Street
Richmond, Victoria 3121
www.hardiegrant.com.au

Hardie Grant Books (UK)
Dudley House, North Suite
3435 Southampton Street
London WC2E 7HF
www.hardiegrant.co.uk

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form, by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publishers and copyright holders.

The moral rights of the author have been asserted.
Copyright Summer Land 2013

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Summerlandish: Do as I say, not as I did
eISBN 978 1 7435 80721

Cover design by Luke Lucas
Author photographs by Henryk Lobaczewski
Text design by Kinart

I t was a resplendent day in the outback when my friends and I set out to - photo 3

I t was a resplendent day in the outback when my friends and I set out to experience the famous Bell Gorge, known for its daunting cliffs and occasional crocodiles. To get there, we had to drive off-road for an hour, wade through unpleasantly croc-infested water and hike for miles. If you were brave enough to attempt The Jump, though, you had to climb even higher on the extremely rocky terrain that stretched over the gorge. The men in my group were anxious to race each other to the top and be the first to conquer the mammoth cliff.

The girls and I laid down our towels and waved goodbye as the guys set off in search of bigger thrills. (I dont see what could be a bigger thrill than achieving the ultimate cinnamon glow, but whatever.) Before we knew it, the guys were at the top of the cliff, a little more than 50 feet above us. Expecting the men to jump right away, we all had our cameras ready and waiting. And waiting. And waiting What was the hold-up?

The boys were simply standing still at the top. It appeared that they were trying to figure out the best angle, and what trees and rocks they needed to clear. Naturally, I started getting antsy. Why didnt they just jump? I was once too afraid go on a massive water slide at Jekyll Islands Summer Waves Water Park in Georgia, at age seven, and have regretted it ever since. From then on, Ive always faced my fears.

Suddenly, I heard myself make some asinine comment about the guys being too scared, and proclaimed that I was going to make the jump myself. After checking to be sure that my pale-purple string bikini was double-knotted, I set off for the summit.

When I reached the peak, the sickening realisation set in that we were a lot higher than it looked from down below. The girls looked like ants. But there was no turning back now. The next chain of events happened in less than thirty seconds: I quickly asked where to jump; Rob, a rough-around-the-edges English bloke, pointed to the left; I immediately proceeded to hurl my body over the edge, dropping 50 feet.

It felt like I was plummeting for a solid two minutes. I even had time to make eye contact with a bird and contemplate how painful my imminent death would be. And then, travelling at the speed of light, I hit the water with my legs open. The water rushed into my anus like it was trying to capsize the Titanic. My organs felt like they were drowning, and I couldnt kick my legs.

I tried to yell for help, but had gotten the wind completely knocked out of me by the less-than-graceful landing. After I dog paddled to shore, my friends managed to pull me out of the water and drag me onto dry land. Emily, my bestie from university, then helped me crawl behind a rock where, with my swimsuit pulled to the side, I immediately shat and peed out of my ass. It was like the enema from hell. The only thing that calmed me was the fact that Gwyneth Paltrow would probably endorse it as a kind of natural colonic.

Emily was laughing hysterically, because a group of perfectly sculpted Australian men noticed what was happening and were pointing at me. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, I did my best to tidy myself up with leaves and hide my pile of watery sewage with some dirt. Finally relieved, I stood up and limped to the rest of my friends. They informed me that the whole thing had been caught on video, which instantly made the entire experience (watery faeces and all) totally worth it.

The guys, still up at the top, now had no choice but to do their jumps. It wasnt only that some girl had just stolen their thunder; it was that some American girl had just stolen their thunder. For SHAME. So they finally took the leap. (Followers.) Afterwards, we all gathered to talk about the thrill and the height, and to compare our war wounds. Robs tailbone was throbbing, and another guys foot was black and blue. It was obvious that we were all hurting, but I secretly felt like I had internal injuries (and I was pretty sure that approximately two feet of my intestines were hanging out of my butt).

I tried to giggle with my friends, but it felt like the shattered pieces of my tailbone were individually stabbing my already-damaged internal organs. A bit later, Rob came up and whispered to me, Miss, have you got your period? At this point, being a thousand per cent confident that I was not on my period, I realised that blood was probably seeping out of my ass.

I remained outwardly calm, but in reality I was wondering where, exactly, the laceration was: on the inside, or the puckered part? Unfortunately, I was definitely not in a position to sit down with a hand mirror and survey the damage. Laughter about my butthole injury ensued from every person in our group. And not just your standard ha ha, but actual German laughs followed by (in an extremely thick accent), It was sofa king funnyyyy! And the English of course yelled, You have a bloody arsehole! Literally!

We eventually made it to the car, where I quickly learned that I would not be able to sit for a very long time. Instead, I had to lie across the back seat and practise Lamaze breathing as the car made its way over the corrugated roads. (It felt much more like Mr Toads Wild Ride than it had on the way there.) Rob did his best to avoid potholes, but the corrugated roads made it impossible for me to unclench.

After what seemed like forever we stopped at a roadhouse, where I immediately used a payphone to call my mom, Donna, in America and tell her about my self-inflicted injury. She scared the shit out of me (no pun intended) when she told me that, if there was poop in the wound, I could get a nasty infection.

Next, I called my lover, Paul. I explained in detail that we would probably never be able to try anal sex again. Then I hung up and got Emily to come back to the car with me. Yes, I made her look. We spread my ass cheeks and she informed me that I had split the top of my anus. The cut was about an inch long and stretched from my poop chute to my tailbone. The good news: it wasnt very deep. (I tried to get her to take pictures, but the flash washed out my butthole.)

Over the next several days I obsessively applied disinfectant to my injury and did my best not to wipe poop into it, and eventually my flesh wound was fully healed. However, my tailbone continued to turn every shade of purple for the next two weeks. (I feel like getting multiple enemas after eating curry for ten days straight, in Calcutta, would have been less detrimental to me.) Whenever I was in the shower, I checked with my hands to make sure my bowels were all still tucked up neatly inside. I had watched plenty of health shows and knew that I was in no mood for haemorrhoids.

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