Book Review: Yes, Please
ashley | I didn’t even need to know anything about Amy Poehler’s Yes, Please to know that I was going to like it. Honestly, I was as bold as to say that I probably didn’t even need to read it to know that it was going to be awesome. The only fault that could have been seen in this book was that it wouldn’t live up to my obsessive hype and excitement. But you know what, I was even confident enough to know that wouldn’t matter, because this book was going to be awesome. And it was.
I want to leave my review at just that. I don’t think there’s much more that I need to say. I loved this book. Does that mean it’s a great book? Maybe not. Does my biased opinion completely stem from my love and admiration for Amy Poehler? Probably. Do I care? No.
When it comes to memoirs, I’m not looking for complex narratives or anything too life changing. I just want a little bit of insight into the life of someone I admire. And sure, I get frustrated when a memoir becomes too preachy or too name drop-y or too rambly about their own accomplishments. And sure, it’s a really thin line between narcissism and relating life anecdotes without seeming too full of oneself. And Amy does name drop, she does mildly brag about her accomplishments, but at least she is aware of it and seems more excited about how cool her life is than acting coy and nonchalant about being bffs with all these A-list celebrities.
My tolerance of all of this likely depends on how much I admire the author and whether I want to like the book or not. I wanted to like this book. I did like this book. Amy Poehler is such a seasoned entertainer, she is hilarious, she is surprisingly dark, she is brilliant, she seems incredibly real and all of that is reflected in this wonderful little book.
“I am interested in people who swim in the deep end. I want to have conversations about real things with people who have experienced real things. I’m tired of talking about movies and gossiping about friends.”
I want these things too, Amy Poehler. Let’s be best friends.