Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler

 (  ) Like many second books from similar non-fiction authors, the writing and humor in this work seemed more forced than it did her previous work, My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night Stands.
Nonetheless hilarity ensued and I was still entertained by her twisted puns and obnoxious remarks. From her referring to her father as “Bitch Tits” and “Shamu” to taking off her pants in a pitch dark French restaurant, Handler approaches everything in her life without reservations. She even describes how when giving head she desires a chin guard. Her charm is her gusto, and though this book is not equal to the quality of the first, it is still a riot to read.

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