Seriously… I’m Kidding by Ellen Degeneres
I’ve experienced a whole lot the last few years and I have a lot to share. So I hope that you’ll take a moment to sit back, relax and enjoy the words I’ve put together for you in this book. I think you’ll find I’ve left no stone unturned, no door unopened, no window unbroken, no rug unvacuumed, no ivories untickled. What I’m saying is, let us begin, shall we?
I have always thought Ellen Degeneres was funny. When I seen she had this new book, it quickly went on my wish list. I had not read Ellen’s two previous books and looked forward to trying one.
And Ellen is funny.
on page 91 she has a chapter called Answers To Frequently Asked Questions:
One time in High School.
Three times in my twenties.
Rocks no salt.
Never. And how dare you!
I will take no further questions.
Is there such a thing as too much funny? If so… I encountered it in this book.
In Ellen’s defense here (yes I am defending her over my opinion of the book…), she never came right out and said – this memoir will be about my life and how I got to where I am now. I (me… all me) just believed that is what I was going to read. The inside cover flap (flap-jacket as Ellen calls it) stated that a lot had happened in her life with her show, her marriage, and life… and that is what I thought I would be reading.
What I found in the book was funny – lots of funny… and chapters from a few sentences long to a few pages long. She is witty – there is no doubt about that and I have always liked quick wit.
BUT…. (and man I hate using that word so let’s go with….) HOWEVER…
I didn’t really learn much about her. Even when she is talking about what could be a serious or real subject, she frames it in a way that it could be true… it could be half true… it could all be boloney. Really? I just don’t know.
Last year was kind of a memoir year for me where I discovered I liked learning more about people’s lives and what makes them tick. I read many interesting ones and learned much. I know that was what I was looking for in this book, and therefore set myself up for failure.
While this book was not what I thought it would be, I do still adore Ellen. I am curious if either of her other two books are more of a real memoir, or if they are like this one. I hope one day to find out.
I received this book for Christmas from my son, Justin