Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Are You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea






Are You There Vodka? It's Me, ChelseaAre You There Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea by Chelsea Handler
My rating: 4 of 5 stars





Snark.  A talent and a skill, to do it well.  Here is the definition from the Urban dictionary:

snark-noun
Combination of "snide" and "remark". Sarcastic comment(s).
Also snarky (adj.) and snarkily (adv.)
His commentary was rife with snark.
"Your boundless ineptitude is astounding," she snarkily declared.




Chelsea Handler has it honed and perfected and most of her snarkiness is pointed at herself.  This is a collection of stories about her life, her friends, her parents and affection for dwarfs.

That is why I like this book. And miss my snark, which has been lost somewhere.  Yes, I know some people would disagree, and some would be glad but me?  I miss the fucker.

Recommended if you like to laugh and wonder if there is any truth in what she writes about--I mean REALLY--can her life be this way?  



"If your Snark be a Snark, that is right: 
Fetch it home by all means—you may serve it with greens, 
And it’s handy for striking a light. 
You may seek it with thimbles—and seek it with care; 
You may hunt it with forks and hope; 
You may threaten its life with a railway-share; 
You may charm it with smiles and soap—” 

Lewis Carrol


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