3.0

Your enjoyment of this memoir by Sarah Silverman might depend on your enjoyment of her brand of comedy. I've always found her kind of hit and miss, so, found this book by her kind of, uhm, hit and miss. I listened to Silverman read the audio edition and that likely added to my enjoyment. Had I just read it, some of the timing and extra oomph of having Silverman herself do impressions of her wacky dad or grandmother would have been completely missed. Her brief mentions of her dad were some of my favorite parts of THE BEDWETTER--especially his long, rambling, bizarre voice mails. Entirely too much talk of certain bodily functions, but that's part of Silverman's shtick isn't it? It's not really fair of me to say there's too much talk of f*rts considering I'm listening to a memoir from Silverman. Oh, well, I enjoyed this enough to say it passed three days of my Los Angeles commute and delivered an appropriate amount of chuckles and laughs to make it worth my time. What else would I do anyway, since I was just sitting in my car either going 80mph or not moving at all.