My mom mentioned this book to me a couple months back, and mostly I couldn't believe that George Stephanopolous was married to a comedian and I was interested is seeing what it was all about. This book reminded me a lot of the ones written by Chelsea Handler - very irreverant, not that funny, with a clever line here and there. Wentworth grew up the daughter of political journalists. As a result, I found her frame of reference often irritating - meaning that she's big on name dropping for no particular reason, and doesn't quite have the life perspective that I think lends itself to good comedy. Mostly, I found this book bland and unimpressive. She tells some sweet (not funny) stories about meeting Stephanopolous, and about their relationship - I found the stories interesting because I like him. But, as a humor book, I thought this was a miserable failure.
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