Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea

By Chelsea Handler

A series of stories supposedly taken from events in her real life by comedienne Chelsea Handler. Some of the stories are mildly amusing, but they are all vulgar, crude and nasty. Her comedy is mainly just cruel and mean, whether dealing with her lovers, her family, her friends, dwarfs or animals. It's scary how cold and uncaring she seems to be and how willing to sneer at everyone, including her elderly father whom she refers to as Shamu and Bitch Tits. But what can you expect from a woman who urinates out of her vagina? Quoth Chelsea:

I had my drink in between my legs and was trying to redirect the urine that was seeping its way out of my vagina.

Bottom line, this is a gross book. Which would be OK if it was gross and funny. But this book is mostly just gross.