Kathy Griffin is 40% less sallow than this photo makes her appear.
There’s something about a gal who doesn’t hesitate to share all of her personal interactions with the world.
I’m not sure why I relate to that. I just do.
Griffin’s memoir talks about her childhood, her time in the Groundlings, her marriage and subsequent divorce and her plastic surgery. Nothing is overlooked or brushed aside.
Though if you’d like to hear the word “liposuction” again without cringing, I strongly recommend you avoid the attached photographs.
Whatever you think of her comedy, Kathy Griffin works hard and writes with a refreshing candor about her life.
And maybe it’s just me, but I also enjoyed hearing the backstage stories about Jack Black, Brooke Shields (she’s just “rich”), Jerry Seinfeld, and Stephen Spielberg. It’s like reading a tabloid, only it’s 50% more likely to be true and you don’t have to hide in the bathroom of the beach rental property where you discovered them sitting on the mantle.
I’ve stopped picking the price tags off the covers because all my books were starting to stick together
So I hope you enjoy the added classiness,
Megan
I Love Kathy Griffin. Wanna Know Why?
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In the past week the flu and I have watched all three seasons of Arrested Development, the first season of the British The Office and The Incredible Mr. Limpet.
The flu isn’t really into reading, so I’ve been having to do without.
But hopefully you don’t have the flu.
(You don’t, right?)
(Whew.)
So read I Know I Am But What Are You? by Samantha Bee. A collection of humorous essays of her past, from her childhood to her meeting Jason Jones, her husband.
Plus Bee is Canadian.
Canadians are always funny.
Except for Alanis Morissette.
I always judge a book by its book jacket quotes,
Megan
I Know I Am But What Are You?
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Where was Santa born?
How’d he do in high school algebra?
When did he realize Mrs. Claus was The One?
Did he really get along with the reindeer?
Some of those questions are answered in the unique book The Autobiography of Santa Claus: As Told to Jeff Guinn. Starting with Santa’s birth in 280AD, this book deftly mixes novel with history in an ingenious fashion.
So if your family’s driving you crazy, or if you’re trapped inside due to snow (it’s a white Christmas!), grab this book and snuggle up.
If you’ve ever sat on the lap of a jolly man in a fuzzy red suit, this might answer some questions you’ve had.
Or if, like me, you have a fear of costumed characters and received annual phone calls from Mr. Claus.
(Or if you don’t celebrate Christmas or Santa and have always wondered what’s up with those elves.)
Merry, merry, merry Christmas
Or Saturday – depending,
Megan
Autobiography of Santa Claus
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Ho Ho Ho
