published: 2019
pages: 340
read: 5/5-9/2019
book: 36 in 2019
In a haze of vape smoke on a rare windy night in L.A. in the fall of 2016, Chelsea Handler daydreams about what life will be like with a woman in the White House. And then Donald Trump happens. In a torpor of despair, she decides that she’s had enough of the privileged bubble she’s lived in—a bubble within a bubble—and that it’s time to make some changes, both in her personal life and in the world at large.
At home, she embarks on a year of self-sufficiency—learning how to work the remote, how to pick up dog shit, where to find the toaster. She meets her match in an earnest, brainy psychiatrist and enters into therapy, prepared to do the heavy lifting required to look within and make sense of a childhood marked by love and loss and to figure out why people are afraid of her. She becomes politically active—finding her voice as an advocate for change, having difficult conversations, and energizing her base. In the process, she develops a healthy fixation on Special Counsel Robert Mueller and, through unflinching self-reflection and psychological excavation, unearths some glittering truths that light up the road ahead.
Thrillingly honest, insightful, and deeply, darkly funny, Chelsea Handler’s memoir keeps readers laughing, even as it inspires us to look within and ask ourselves what really matters in our own lives.
At home, she embarks on a year of self-sufficiency—learning how to work the remote, how to pick up dog shit, where to find the toaster. She meets her match in an earnest, brainy psychiatrist and enters into therapy, prepared to do the heavy lifting required to look within and make sense of a childhood marked by love and loss and to figure out why people are afraid of her. She becomes politically active—finding her voice as an advocate for change, having difficult conversations, and energizing her base. In the process, she develops a healthy fixation on Special Counsel Robert Mueller and, through unflinching self-reflection and psychological excavation, unearths some glittering truths that light up the road ahead.
Thrillingly honest, insightful, and deeply, darkly funny, Chelsea Handler’s memoir keeps readers laughing, even as it inspires us to look within and ask ourselves what really matters in our own lives.
MY THOUGHTS
I'm hitting a slump where i don't really want to read let alone blog even though half of the following posts have already been typed up for foooorrreeeevvveeerrr.
all i want to do is read harry potter but i keep checking out books at the library.
AHHHHH!!!!
anyway, since there's really no spoilers here i guess ill make it quick.
i LOVE Chelsea Handler!
she's by far the only celebrity i have fangirl'd over. (i got to meet her when i worked Khloe Kardashian's wedding.)
i love all of her books!
i love her stories.
i love her openness. i just love her.
this was no different. if only, its maybe her best book yet.
i love how open she is about everything here.
its one thing to write books about haha stories to then write a book where she talks about how she discovers who she is meant to be / do.
i love how open she is with everything and how she finally excepts therapy in to her life and how she realizes that her brothers' death and her father's handling of that shaped her into who she has / had been her whole life.
i had a blast reading this while on vacation by the beach. so glad i waited to read this til then.
if you come across it, i definitely recommend you read this.
if anything, your vocabulary will grow exponentially. ....and maybe, you'll even learn a few things about yourself.
thanks for reading!
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