The only other book that I've read by Chelsea Handler was ARE YOU THERE VODKA? IT'S ME, CHELSEA. I enjoyed it. I did not enjoy this book, though. Not at all.
Here's the thing. Sexual harassment and sexual abuse are not funny. When you swap the genders, and when it's a woman doing it to a man, it's not cute or funny. It's fucking harassment.
The first fifty pages are nonstop Chelsea and her friends getting drunk in South Africa and going on safari rides and acting like ignoramuses and sexually harassing their hot tour guide. Chelsea even interrogates the staff of their lodge to find out who he's been sleeping with.
"Speaking of disappointment, Rex," I said, "you lied to me yesterday when I asked you if you were sleeping with anyone in camp. I know about Lilly." Rex responded by telling me it was because he didn't tell guests personal information. I responded by informing Rex that we were not regular guests and any and all personal information should be disclosed ASAP (35).
Then she refers to herself as trying to sexually assault the tour guide in a flippant way.
Men can be raped, just like women, and it isn't funny at all.
I just can't get on board with this book. Anyone who revels in their drunkenness and uses it as an excuse to treat people like shit is just not someone I want to read about.
0 out of 5 stars.