Just because one can, doesn’t mean one should. This adage certainly applies to Chelsea’s role as a writer and a narrator. In this garbled collection of memories and experiences, her overenthusiastic voice does not compensate for the irrelevance and frivolousness that is this book, maybe a Hollywood flick might just cut it. Anecdotes cover a range of topics from sex to sibling rivalry to parental humiliation, all showcasing how smart and witty she can be-in hindsight. Ramblings about how she’s freaked out by red-headed men or whining about her arrest and short stint in prison, attempts to be funny fall a little flat and her valley-girl persona wears quickly. Her lively voice has the potential to do well with audiobooks and once again maybe a movie, but the overall tone and ecstatic energy she emits only emphasizes the inconsequential prose. Readers may find themselves asking for a double hit of Mr. Vodka to help reach the end of this one.
As should be clear from the title, this book isn’t for kids and the content can be pretty racy. If you aren’t easily offended, however, it will probably be the best mindless book of banter you read this year.