I love vodka

If there's one thing that I have in common with Chelsea Handler, it's that we both love vodka. That Russian liquor is my beverage of choice because it doesn't taste anything and it's potent. And since I've been watching what I eat lately, I'm comforted by the fact that vodka doesn't have that much calories.

Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea is Chelsea Handler's second non-fiction book. Her first one, My Horizontal Life, where she chronicled her one-night stands, was a gas. This second book, however, is a riot. I'm not even thinking as to how much of this supposed non-fiction work is fabricated; what matters is that every chapter, every situation in this book can literally have you ROTFL.

Are You There, Vodka? It's Me, Chelsea is divided into around 10 stand-alone chapters. You can actually skip chapters if a particular topic turns you off, and believe me, there are plenty of topics like those here. From her hilarious English trip to her thoughts about re-gifting, these stories are just a treasure. If you think that Handler is funny on TV, she's even funnier in these stories.

One of my favorite stories involves her trip to Costa Rica with her father. To start off, her father pretends that he and Chelsea are on their honeymoon so that they get upgraded to first class. Then what follows is one unbelievable situation after another. In the end, they get stoned together.

In another chapter, Handler recounts her brief relationship with a redhead even though she's still occasionally sleeping with her apartment building's super. At one point, the redhead pays her a surprise visit to break up with her while her other guy is hiding under the bed. In another outrageous chapter, the guy she's seeing ends up as the object of affection of a male peekapoo. She also recounts how she was jumped by three female teenagers as she was on her way to pick up her friend from the airport. The details are just hysterical.

Read this book if:

1. Vodka is your poison too.
2. You love Chelsea Lately.
3. You know the feeling of waking up in a strange room with a stranger beside you.