Curl up with a cocktail, readers. “Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea” by Chelsea Handler
First of all, let’s take a moment to laugh at the title. What a funny spin on Judy Blume’s “Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret.” Okay, now on to the review.
It is a collection of memories and experiences of her younger life. Topics include sex, red-headed men, sibling rivalry, her short stay in prison, obsession with midgets and the effects of drinking vodka. Hilarious! There are very few books that make me laugh throughout, and this one hit the jackpot.
You probably know Chelsea Handler from her late night show on the E! network,”Chelsea Lately.” Honestly, her live acts and shows never really caught on with me since I’m more into dry humor (Alexa Chung and Demitri Martin, anyone?). For whatever reason, however, her offensive, racial and often harsh jokes in her novel translate better for me through print than through her acts. Well, bring it on! She really lets loose in words, yet her novel doesn’t rub off as trying too hard. Chelsea Handler does have a way with words.