Book, by Whoopi Goldberg

Reviewed by: Slappy
“I don’t have pet peeves like some people, I have whole kernels of irritation … ”

And does Whoopi deliver on this promise? Absolutely.

I have always thought Whoopi Goldberg was funny. Actually, I’ve found her quite hee-hawingly funny. However, reading this book (I picked it up at a grocery store one night on a wild hair) has given me a better insight into what Ms. Goldberg is all about. She could care less if she is wealthy. She could care less if she is famous. All Whoopi seems to care about is making people laugh and forget their lives for a minute or two and join her in her comic ramblings.

Containing chapters titled Fate, Trust, Head, Wind (which is about bodily gas functions), Sex and Love to name a few, Book held my attention as no other auto-biographical or auto-authoritative book has. I actually had to put it down and wipe my eyes in a couple of sections from laughing too hard. Her take on politics, sexual freedom (read the book … I’ll bet some of you girls will be jealous of her body twisting ability) and being reared and raising children are personal and likeable and just damn funny.

Don’t go in to Book expecting some intelligent and witty banter on the effects of Hollywood on the young black woman. You will not find such pedantic babble in Book. However, go in to Book expecting to hear lines like “Honey, cat farts are so powerful they bleach wood … “.

Ms. Goldberg, thank you for this, your look at life and your witticisms regarding it.

Mass Market Paperback – 286 pages (October 1998) Avon; ISBN: 0380729792; Dimensions (in inches): 0.93 x 6.88 x 4.29