Whoopi is cool as ice with me, I loved most, if not, all of the pictures that I've seen her in, and when this book hit the shelves back in the 90's, I was one of the first to pick up a copy. While the book is not a complete and total bust, in fact, far from it, it's actually quite enjoyable, it's hard to tell what direction the book wants to go in, as it just seems to go all over the place with random subjects. And perhaps that's the point, and why it's just called 'Book'. From her hate to eggs, to rules when we pass wind ( yes, THAT wind!), and over to an unplanned pregnancy, and not afraid to talk about sex, Whoopi is as unapologetic in the book as she is doing stand up comedy. It's got it's moments, but the bulk of the book just feels humorless to me, it's as if I'm just listening to her talk instead of reading an actual humor book, which is what I was expecting. In the humor light, I was disappointed, Whoopi is great, funny, and extremely smart, and I just felt she was a little better then this. To accept it as a memoir or an autobiography, I'd give the book 3 stars, however, that's not what I tuned in for.