Yes, Please by Amy Poehler.
This book may be benefiting from low expectations on my part. When it came out, I heard and read lots of reviews that said they were disappointed; they had expected more. It was compared unfavorably to Tina Fey’s Bossypants (which I read when it first came out and loved).
I kind of liked this book. It had lots of laughs and some great stories. I’m not sure what, exactly, people were expecting that they found this disappointing. I guess maybe I read Bossypants a long time ago and this only recently, so it doesn’t suffer so much in comparison as it does for the folks who read Poehler’s book right when it came out?
My main gripe is her lack of willingness to write anything about her split from Will Arnett, which of course we all want to know. She alludes to the divorce several times, but says she won’t write about it because she doesn’t want people all up in her shit. In which case, why the hell are you writing a memoir? Do you really think we got this book to read about your elementary school play? No! We want to know why you & Will split. We loved you together! Why why why why why?
I would probably be more bothered about this if (a) the NPH autobiography hadn’t been even worse in terms of “nothing bad ever happens to me, or at least I’m not going to tell you if it does,” and (b) I had actually bought the book instead of checking it out of the library.
It was a fun diversion. I read it in a few days, and my husband read it on the plane ride from Boston to San Francisco. We both got lots of laughs out of it. What’s not to like?