I heart Samantha Bee and her show Full Frontal. If you're not watching it, you're sexist.

I was delighted to find her 2010 book of autobiographical essays on my laundry room's leave/take shelf and started reading it almost immediately. It's clever and funny, just like her show, but I still dropped it about halfway through. I am drawn to comedians' memoir-y books and yet, at least 50% of the time I put them down because they feel craven in one way or another. Bee's book is relentlessly funny, but lacking in vulnerability, despite the self-deprecation. Clearly, she was an interesting kid. I put the book in my bathroom rather than return it to the shelf, so keep an eye on this review for updated.