I heard about this book on NPR. It actually sounded pretty funny, and it was. ( )

This was funny; I will not deny it. Pitted against almost anything else to be read, however, there are few books I for which I would trade it. I might choose it over, say, genre romances or sparkly vampire novels but that is it. Were I given a time machine (accidental or otherwise, snicker) and the chance to decide again to read it, I would choose something else. Life is too short, really. ( )

It's Chris Elliot...most people love him or hate him. This book is ridiculous and absurd in all the right ways as far as I'm concerned. If you don't find Elliot funny, you will hate this book. I love him. ( )

What a mess of a book. I could not finish it--totally silly and the plot was just not that interesting. ( )

It’s gonna be hard to give two craps about this book and review if the following do not apply to you:

–You have a mild crush on a balding man who used to write jokes for David Letterman.
–You read and had a violent reaction to Patricia Cornwell’s Portrait Of A Killer: Jack The Ripper — Case Closed, in which she pins the Whitechapel murders on a famous painter, using less hard proof than I use when I look at my nine cats, the hairball befouling the living room carpet and decide Wooster did it on the basis of his twitchy whiskers (actually, this is a mildly unfair assessment – if the wad of wet fur is white, it was undoubtedly Wooster).
–You read and found interminable Caleb Carr’s The Alienist.
–You read and were largely ambivalent about The Da Vinci Code.
–You find puerile humor as hi-larious as I do.
–You embrace the ridiculous more than anyone else you know.

read the rest of the review here: http://ireadeverything.com/?p=70 ( )