I’ve only seen Ellen’s tv show once, but its not because I don’t think she’s funny. I think she’s hysterical. Its also not because I don’t have cable. I do; I just don’t ever think to turn on my tv. I’m more of a reader. Obviously.
That’s why I was so excited about her new book. Funny people tend to write funny books, and Ellen is no exception. I read it in only a couple hours, and it felt like I was just chatting with her on a couch, drinking coffee. She writes like she speaks, which is perfect for this kind of book. She talks to you, the reader, throughout the book, which is tricky. I’ve read other books that try to pull that off, and it comes across as very insincere, but that’s not true here.
Its actually a hard book to review though – there’s no plot, and each chapter is its own little story. Or haiku.
There you go. There’s a chapter that’s a haiku. If that isn’t reason enough to read this book, I don’t know what else to say.