I like the occasional pointless book but it needs to have some entertainment value, this fell short. Too bad, because I like Ellen’s sense of humor. It seemed like she was trying too hard to be funny and it backfired. Towards the end of the book it got annoying as she kept going on about her contractual obligation to write at least 60,000 words for the book. If she would have made fun of life situations it would have worked better. Instead she kept making stuff up. In short—this was rambling nonsense.
Excerpts:
In mentioning the ¾” reclining seat on an airplane she commented how flight attendants are adamant about instructing the passengers to put it in its upright position for landing as if it will make a difference. “Because if we crash, the investigators are going to say, ‘Oh, that’s a shame, her seat was reclined ¾ inch. When will they learn? What was that—thirty thousand feet? She could have made that. Sheesh. If only she’d been upright.’ ”
She claimed to have visited a psychic. Half the time she joked afterwards that she really didn’t do what she just said she did, so I don’t know if any of this was to be believed. “I asked him about my past lives, hoping that I had been Cleopatra or, at the very least, someone who once had lunch with Cleopatra. He told me that once I had been a monkey, but that in my last life I was a spring roll at a Chinese restaurant. Now that’s ridiculous, even though it does explain a recurring nightmare where I’m held upside down over a dish of hot mustard sauce.”
She spoke about the downside of her hospital visit (not that there ever really is an upside). “Another thing that’s awful is the gown they make you wear. It doesn’t fit right, and it’s completely open in the back, leaving exposed an area of my body that I traditionally keep covered. You walk down the hall and it’s just flap, flap, flapping in the breeze—the gown, that is, the part of my body I traditionally keep covered wasn’t flap, flap, flapping…I think Cher wore one to the Oscars last year.”
There was an absurd bit about animal testing for the sake of cosmetics and then it went into them taking the SATs. Utter nonsense that was not even funny. Maybe it would be different in person depending on the comedic delivery. This didn’t do it for me. She had a section about cures for ailments which had nothing to do with anything, much like the rest of the book. Her cure for the hiccups was to wear a Viking helmet and snowshoes while watching reruns of “Dynasty.” That’s as funny as it got people.