Chelsea Handler is just hysterical. I just really like her sense of humor – it’s crass, sarcastic, and a little mean. So OBVIOUSLY her talking about her various sexual encounters in a book is bound to be hilarious.
I kind if liked that at least half of these stories were about times she DIDN’T sleep with a guy – there were a lot of awkward situations that she got herself into but never turned into anything more than that. I laughed out loud several times while reading this, especially when she started to go on and on about her love of midgets. There’s male strippers, Ecstasy, sketchy cruises, costumes, copious amounts of drinking… it gets crazy. Of course there was nothing eye-opening or truly surprising here, but it was a fun book. I read it in a couple of hours, and it was fluffy, mindless, and made me laugh.
This is a perfect book to read if you’re just trying to relax and want something short and hysterical to read. My only recommendation is that you read it with a nice amaretto sour or some other sort of fun drink, cause Chelsea’s constant consumption of alcohol kind of makes you want to get up and make yourself a drink.
Sarah Says: 3 stars