I watch Chelsea Handler's late night show on tv and the disconnect between her professional-young-woman look and foul-mouthed retelling of her sexual expoits is quite funny and I looked forward to more of the same in the book. However, the humour lies in her drunken exploits picking up a myriad of men and then her personal insults against them, whether it be their 'size', personal habits, looks, intelligence or housekeeping ability. There are several side characters, all of whom might have been interesting, but the information on them is restricted to how much money they have and their sexual habits or lack of them. Again, insults abound. The only character who is described in any kind of detail is her father - a racist, homophobic, certifiable eccentric of a secondhand car dealer, not a description that is in any way believable but still amusing to read.
The initial chapters read well, but it became steadily more tedious and I had to force myself to read the last few chapters just because I really hate not finishing books.
Humour is a very individual thing. What I like you may not and vice-versa so the two-star rating reflects only my opinion and not a rating of how good the book is or is not.