Sunday, January 25, 2009

B*A*G Book Notes - Are You There Vodka? It's Me Chelsea



This book gives new meaning to LOL.

LOL in the morning. LOL in the afternoon. LOL in the evening. LOL at the deli. LOL during Gavin's hockey practice. LOL'ing is good for your brain you know. It brings oxygen to your brain. This book is my brain on oxygen.

I don't recall LOL'ing when I read, "Are You There God? It's me Margret. But honestly I don't remember anything about this book. I'm not even sure that I actually read it.

Chelsea Handler is a self proclaimed hypothetical liar, so I found myself wondering how much of this book was real and how much was purely real in her head. I think if I spent a day in her head I would be dizzy for some time.

*****Warning********
Chelsea (I feel like we should be on a first name basis after reading intimate details of her life) does not shy away from 4 letter words. I myself am not easily offended, but her vulgarity isn't what makes this book funny. She writes at the pace of her mind, rapidly bouncing between thoughts and situations that on the surface would seem unrelated, but in a bizarre funny way has you relating to your own vulgarity which is usually hidden away so others can't see.
I wouldn't put her in the "role model" category, but you have to appreciate her honesty and playfulness. If you like to play a little on the wild side you would probably enjoy this book and LOL. I know two other people that liked this book and one was even a man.

3 comments:

marie*jolie said...

The title is sure funny, and I didn't laugh either when I read "Are You There God, It's..." In fact, I seem to recall being a little bit traumatized, and also thinking that if I said the little chant and did my exercises that my front parts would grow. Not so! By the way, Kim, I'll email you tonight about the scarf. Sorry I'm tardy!

Gabrielle said...

Sounds very funny. Since I no longer curse (small children) I find that I am shocked when I hear someone or read a list of expletives. But there was a day when I spoke like a sailor, it took a gentleman that I really respected to look at me and say, "wow, could you sound more ignorant?" I nearly fell over and turned forty three shades of reddish purple and never cursed again. UGH!

Cindy Shepard said...

This sounds like my kind of book...especially the rapidly bouncing between thoughts part!!