4.0

Sarah Silverman kills me with her "nothing is sacred" brand of humor, making jokes about sex, race, and the Holocaust. My first taste of such humor happened when I first glimpsed Nazis dancing and singing in a Mel Brooks film, and I've been hooked ever since. Silverman relays her childhood and the struggle to do comedy as a career. The book is written probably much in the way the woman thinks, with choppy organization and stories that pop up here and there on a whim, but she seems straightforward and honest throughout, and she doesn't tone anything down. Funny, interesting, and a pretty quick and easy read.