As an avid watcher of Chelsea Handler's late night television show, Chelsea Lately, I thought this would be a fun read and snatched it up quick when it became available on BookMooch. I'd like to say that it did not disappoint, but in a way it did a bit. I wanted this book to make me laugh, which it did, but only twice, and they were actually more of a chuckle than a laugh. I don't really like the word 'chuckle' though.

Handler does have a writing style that flows nicely though, I felt as though she was actually reading the book to me. So, even those this wasn't an amazingly hysterical book, I will be looking forward to reading her follow-up books. ( )

I needed a light and quick read one day, having spent a lot of time in depressing and heavy reads, some of which were wonderful but still rough. So when I ran across a review of this book, I remembered it was on my tbr stacks and decided that it would be the perfect antidote to hugely depressing. And it was.

Short story essays chronicling Chelsea's love affairs with men of all shapes and colors, some of these stories are hysterical; some are less so but overall, this is a light, fluffy entertainment. I couldn't stop myself from laughing over the tale of the dog who showed up gnoshing on skidmarked underwear just as Chelsea was making a clean getaway. It was both disgusting and side-splittingly funny. She is definitely no holds barred in discussing her own sexuality but she can be a bit nasty when she takes on other people: the subjects of her failed and consummated one night stands as well as her roommate. The mean-spiritedness takes away some of the entertainment value and certainly no one would argue this book is anything but designed for entertainment value.

It did for me what I was looking to have it do but I would be wary in recommending it to anyone with a reasonably sophisticated sense of humor (not me) or to someone looking for an in depth look at what Handler's choices mean or even to someone who prefers to have a person show growth before the end of the book. Hilarious, low-brow humor leavened with not much else, this is decent for chuckles and a superficial skim of a life I've never led. ( )

for what it is, funny. i admire a woman who's not afraid to own her sexual promiscuity.... it's not as though it's unheard of, and yet such stories are only regarded as funny and acceptable when a man writes about it. (i guess i have a bit of feminist in me after all). ( )

Not as good as the hilarious "Are You There Vodka, It's Me Chelsea."

Chelsea Handler is a very, very funny woman. This book is kind of like reading Tucker Max, only with about 130% less 'arrogant a-hole' and about 43% more funny. ( )