Review: Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea

Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea
Are You There Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

This is her follow-up to her debut book, My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands. While I pretty much adored that book, I didn’t like this one quite so much. Don’t get me wrong, it was definitely funny; some of its chapters were funnier than others. I think it was mainly that the offensive nature of some of the humor and some of the comments was enough to make me feel a bit more uncomfortable reading it.

In the first book, her father made some pretty disgusting comments that had an incestuous undertone to them. Those sorts of comments continue into this, and they always made me want to vomit. If he was really like that toward her, then it explains a lot about not only her humor, but her personality in general. Other things from the first book were addressed in this book. Her compulsive lying issue was mentioned in the first chapter of this book, when as a child she had to write Goldie Hawn to ask for her to back up some of her lies.

This book marked the first time she’d talked about her dislike of redheaded men in one of her books. It was actually kind of enjoyable. I hope that saying that doesn’t make me the worst ginger ever, but I kinda liked seeing her making fun of redheaded me; probably because I don’t find them attractive either. It was also enjoyable to read about her tales of regifting, going to jail for fraud, and, oddly enough, Peekapoos licking her Persian boyfriend’s genitals. (Yes, that last one is in there, and yes, that part was funny to read.) And sometimes I wondered if this woman who comes across as being so crass is also equally naïve.

The funny parts of the book were good, but it wasn’t really great. In fact, it felt like there was nothing truly extraordinary about this book. It definitely could have been better. As I mentioned, there was some offensive humor, which might seem like something you’d expect from Handler, but some of it was just way out there. The offensiveness and crassness of this book was just a little more overwhelming than I felt it should be. Maybe that’s just me, though.

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I'm from Huntsville, Alabama. I've got as many college credits as a doctorate candidate, and the GPA of some of them, too. I have a boss by the name of Amy Pond. She's a dachshund. My parents both grew up in Alabama.