Author: Chelsea Handler
Year: 2005
Country: U.S.A.
I was at the airport, strolling around the gates, trying to spend time without spending money, when I inevitably was drawn to a bookshop. If you can call it bookshop. It was just a few shelves with a few books and magazines, but you know me. Or at least I know me, and I knew that if I veered in that direction I'd end up buying something. But before I could stop myself I was already paging through a magazine, and that's when I found My Horizontal Life.
Here's a confession: I love Chelsea Handler in the same sick, shameful, guilty-pleasure way I love Joan Rivers. They are insanely dirty, inappropiate and hilarious. I just can't help burst out laughing when I see their shows. I can feel my brain cells cringe and die a little, but it's worth the laugh.
So when I saw this book it was out of the question I had to buy it.
It's divided very simply into a one-night-stand-experience per chapter, and I say experience because she doesn't always end up having sex. Some are hot, some are disgusting, all of them are awkward and super funny. I don't believe half of the things she says are true, but still they are hilarious stories. Incredibly inappropiate, but hilarious nonetheless.
This book won't make you smarter, but it's definately a good laugh.
