- ISBN-13: 9781455577514
- Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
- Publication date: 7/16/2013
- Pages: 221
You've either done it or know
someone who has: the one-night stand, the familiar outcome of a night
spent at a bar, sometimes the sole payoff for your friend's irritating
wedding, or the only relief from a disastrous vacation. Often
embarrassing and uncomfortable, occasionally outlandish, but most times
just a necessary and irresistible evil, the one-night stand is a social
rite as old as sex itself and as common as a bar stool.
Enter Chelsea Handler. Gorgeous, sharp, and anything but shy, Chelsea loves men and lots of them. My Horizontal Life
chronicles her romp through the different bedrooms of a variety of
suitors, a no-holds-barred account of what can happen between a man and a
sometimes very intoxicated, outgoing woman during one night of passion.
From her short fling with a Vegas stripper to her even shorter
dalliance with a well-endowed little person, from her uncomfortable
tryst with a cruise ship performer to her misguided rebound with a man
who likes to play leather dress-up, Chelsea recalls the highs and lows
of her one-night stands with hilarious honesty.
Encouraged by her motley
collection of friends (aka: her partners in crime) but challenged by her
family members (who at times find themselves a surprise part of the
encounter), Chelsea hits bottom and bounces back, unafraid to share the
gritty details. My Horizontal Life is one guilty pleasure you won't be ashamed to talk about in the morning.
Before I get into this, I just want to say that I think Chelsea Handler is hilarious. She's one of my favorite comediennes. HOWEVER. This book is way more information than I really wanted. About a lot of things. Mainly, her vagina.
The book started off hilarious, but somewhere in the middle it lost me. I personally am not a promiscuous or adventurous person. Far from it, in fact. I would say somewhat reserved even. But I acknowledge that other people have fewer scruples and repressed guilt issues than I do, and I don't begrudge them their sexual misadventures. But Chelsea, according to this, takes it to another level. Some of the stories are suitable mortifying and riotous. Some, however, are lessons in what not to do - ever.
I was continually impressed, however, with Chelsea's stunning ability to act in the moment and improve her way out of awkward situations. I wish I had that presence of mind. Most of the time I just loose my tongue, unless I've already thought up a pliable lie and then BAM Oscar-winning performance. Swear to God.
I don't feel like there is very much to say about an autobiography aside from one's personal reactions. It is, after all, someone else's life story, not fiction, and there isn't much to say about plot holes or character development. I did appreciate, though, that we visibly moved forward in Chelsea's life, and that there was a life lesson to take away at the end. She showed a level of maturity and self-realization that she had not previously displayed throughout the whole of the book, and I am a huge sucker for development. Four for you, Chelsea.
Overall: B
Not super impressed with her sexcapades, but props for the amounts of laugh-out-loud material. The stories, while some required mind-bleach, were told brilliantly.
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