day 3.160

book review: lies that chelsea handler told me

first my horizontal life. then are you there vodka? it's me, chelsea. followed by chelsea chelsea, bang bang. now, lies that chelsea handler told me. handler continues her climb up the new york times' best seller list with her latest offering. too bad she didn't write it herself. lies is a compilation of essays penned by chelsea's staff, friends and family chronicling different - big shocker here - lies she's told them over the years. a different familiar face (well, technically, name) writes each chapter, each one more absurd than the one it follows. after each "victim" tells his or her story, chelsea adds a paragraph explaining her relationship with the person. the book lives up to its predecessors, but because it isn't written by handler herself, it lacks a little of the laugh-out-loud factor. if you're new to handler's books, don't start with lies. reading the first three first will make the references - and additions - to earlier stories that much better. but, if you've joined chelsea's absurd journey through bed sheets, beach chairs and belvedere cocktails, then by all means pick up lies that chelsea handler told me. you won't be disappointed.