Say something about yourself!
I am kicking myself for wasting money on this stupid, ridiculous autobiography of a drug using moron of a woman. Simply dreadful, and its only redeeming feature was that the sex was not explicit at all.
Business Physicist and Astronomer
This is what is typically classified as "trash" reading. It is.
So, I knew what I was getting into. My bad.
You can be amused by this audio book if you can overlook the pathetic aspect of this girl's life.
I read a review elsewhere from someone who thought that the first chapter was great and then it just went downhill from there.
I would have to agree. The first chapter had me laughing out loud at my desk...the rest of it, not so much.
I don't love her TV show - but this book was hilarious. I plan to go back and listen to it again. The narrator seems bland at first - but it ends up working very well, because it lets the stories shine through. (Chelsea herself narrated her next book, and it made me miss this narrator.)
I was laughing out loud at work. If you can get past the fact that she lies to people - the lies and the ensuing situations are very entertaining.
You have to be a little bit crass and smutty to really enjoy the book though.
This review is based on 90 minutes of listening. After 90 minutes I couldn't take any more and had to quit. What a waste of time. I kept hoping there was a plot or a meaning to it, but no meaning, no plot, no purpose ever developed. If this book is true, or anywhere near true, I feel sorry for the author. Surely she was doing something besides having sex with multiple partners. She makes sex as boring and meaningless as a three course meal comprised of oatmeal, oatmeal, and oatmeal. Well, I take that back; I apologize to oatmeal for comparing it to the sex in this book.
This book gets one star only because giving it less doesn't register. Its humor if the cheapest, lowest, kind; drunken and sexual. You know, the kind people who don't really have anything funny to say use. I've no doubt it will be popular--that's why I read it after all, to see what the fuss was about--especially among the under 30 set whose pre-frontal lobes haven't developed yet. That annoying part of the brain that gives you judgement and foresight. Or, even the under 50, late developers set. This is the kind of book that makes me wish books were like appliances: you're not satisfied in seven days, return it for a full refund.
Even if you like drunk sex humor, it isn't even really a book. It just a series of episodes where the author/memoirist makes you think she experiences growth and will reward you with some kind of insight if you stick it out. Her learning however, it that in today's America sluts (the actual, honest-to-God meaning of that word, can cash in by writing their memoirs. Geez
I expected humor, some philosophy, education. Very disapointing. I would have to recommend giving this a pass.