Uganda Be Kidding Me is by one of the funniest women in the biz, Chelsea Handler. A memoir of her travels – including an African safari and the 2012 London Olympics – make me want to stuff myself into her purse and go with her everywhere. Everywhere. I’d go to Target with her if she’d let me.
Handler hates being alone so she takes people with her everywhere she goes. She actually ruined the anniversary plans one of her friends’ husbands had made because she insisted that the friend go to Africa with her. Chelsea made her sister leave the country when her family was moving between houses so she’d have at least one sister with her on the safari.
Chelsea wants. Chelsea gets.
I’m not typically drawn to that kind of personality trait, but I make an exception for Handler who gives as much as she takes. (She bought an aunt a house one Sunday afternoon when she was bored and hungover and because the aunt had been really good to her when she was a struggling actress/waitress years earlier.)
This is Handler’s fourth book, and it does not fail to make readers laugh out loud that snorty kind of laugh that makes others jump. Her deadpan voice comes through in her writing, so I completely believe her when she says she doesn’t use a ghostwriter.
Anyone who doesn’t mind vulgar language and vivid descriptions of defecation and sex will LOVE this book!
Any other book by Handler (except Lies that Chelsea Handler Told Me which is actually written by her friends and family. It’s okay…but not fantastic because it’s not written by her, per say.)
I imagine the Mindy Kaling book Everyone is Hanging Out Without Me is similar, or so I believe because of things I’ve been told. In deadpan humor, I mean…not in the foul-mouthed kind of way.