This little bit of bedtime foolery feels a little incomplete, but it should strike a chord—and it’s far wittier than the similarly themed Go the Fuck to Sleep.
The most successfully drawn people are Alec and Meg; Lamprell has perfect pitch when it comes to marital discord...But by the end, this guidebook reads like it has gone through a Cuisinart, leaving a choppy, chaotic mess. Arrivederci, Roma. The wise reader will stick with Fodor’s next time.
Semple avoids patronising readers by providing a simple answer to Eleanor’s problems. The climax is surprisingly unthinkable, but as optimistic and tentatively hopeful as its title suggests.
This is an honest book that does not hesitate in pulling its punches. Packed with emotion, it will leave you turning the pages in anticipation as the story unfolds and we discover whether she has finally found the one who will be her soulmate for the rest of her life.
It takes an author of Mr Grossman’s stature to channel not a failed stand-up but a shockingly effective one, and to give him salty, scabrous gags that—in Jessica Cohen’s savoury translation—raise a guilty laugh.
Driven by Katie’s witty observations and numerous missteps as she attempts to reconcile various aspects of her identity, this novel is smartly satirical and entertaining.
Tori and her mom must live in the past in order to win a desperately needed inheritance...Whittemore brings her customary insight and humor to every page of this funny and sometimes-suspenseful romp. The history goes down easy, with lots of laughs.
This novel feels foreign and the writhing sentences suit this cynical, deeply disillusioned state-of-the-Belgian-nation rant. We may think we excel at national self-flagellation but Verhulst's sustained (and blackly funny) assault on the citizens of Brussels trumps all.
It’s hard to decide which is funnier: the single orthodontic bracket on Stella’s beak or Oliver’s magic chant. Delightful brother-and-sister snark in squid form—yes, really.
...movie buffs will find her scholarship wanting, if not mystifying. Not only are there few new insights (Spielberg declined to be interviewed, which left Haskell “stung, a little red-faced, like a girl angling for a date and being rejected”), but the points she makes range from dubious to flat-out false.
Talking As Fast As I Can is a really fun and enjoyable read, that you’ll likely be able to get through in a couple of sittings. Graham is a natural storyteller and her words are inviting, engaging and amusing.
Those looking for details about the filming of the Star Wars movies or Fisher's affair should look elsewhere, but those who want to understand the dynamics and personality of a young woman thrust into unexpected stardom and how that shaped the woman she has become will find plenty to ponder here.
Smith, a contributing editor at New York magazine, weaves an often artful, if occasionally unwieldy, combination of interviews, asides and segues with classic scripted moments from Stewart’s tenure between 1999 and 2015.
Having thoroughly mined his South African upbringing in his standup comedy and monologues on The Daily Show, Noah here tells the whole story in this witty and revealing autobiography.
Her message is that with hard work, and an attentiveness to our true needs, we can achieve such things. Me, I’m not feeling it.
The picture may be a bit too rosy; post-breakup, Robertson was permanently at odds with the late Levon Helm over publishing credits. The author addresses the issue but not the fallout. Essential for any devotee of the Band, Dylan, or rock music in the last half of the 20th century.
Scrappy Little Nobody makes light of things both flighty and serious; it’s committed to fun above all else, and demonstrates why Kendrick, in her own voice, is a somebody worth reading.
It’s tasty and hard to put down, but Andy’s lifestyle is a little too much for its own good. Like it’s predecessor, The Andy Cohen Diaries (2014), this volume chronicles a brief period (a little more than a year) in the life of the amusingly self-deprecating Cohen—and it does so in day-by-day, often meal-by-meal, fashion.
More than a mere guidebook, this is Bianculli's bible of TV — a wise, engaging celebration of a type of entertainment that's as much of an art form as it is a pastime.
There are no surprises, little character growth and formulaic. It doesn’t matter. A book can simply be fun and entertaining.