I like Olivia Munn on the TV show The Newsroom, so when I saw that she had a book with a catchy title, I decided to check it out.
It makes for fun light reading, sort of like reading a series of blogs. And just like a blog, there are some chapters that are interesting or funny or even touching while others are totally random or just not for you (apparently I am not geek enough, at least not when it comes to Star Wars… please don’t judge me, but I haven’t seen the original trilogy in its entirety yet, but I plan to soon, I promise!). So it’s not something that will blow you away, and it’s not laugh-out-loud funny, but if you’re in the mood for a book that doesn’t require too much thinking or emotional investment, then this is it.
I enjoyed some of her stories from her childhood and in Hollywood and that chapter about her grandmother actually made me shed a tear. And I was in a bus, for crying out loud. Why, Dee, why??? I think the most interesting stories are about her Playboy shoot and that time she jumped into a giant pie in a french maid outfit. I don’t really know her except on The Newsroom, so I had absolutely no idea she did these things. Her fans, though, would probably love to read about the background story on these events.
French maid Olivia prepares to jump into a giant pie |
You can watch her jumping into that pie below:
I liked her ending, though. It got to me because I also feel the same way sometimes. If you intend to read the book and don’t like spoilers, don’t scroll down, but if you want to read what she said, then read after the jump.
I usually keep my head down and even when something good happens for me, I look up briefly, and throw my head back down. I guess I feel like if I keep it up too long, I’ll get hit by a bus or something and it’ll all go away. But this time, for this show, I let myself be excited and, dare I say, proud about how I handled it.
It’s rare moments like this, when I allow myself to be excited about how life is turning out…and I think back to the little Olivia who just wanted to make people laugh so much—the one with the ridiculous Disney outfits, the one who had to bribe her “friends” to let her be the dog who stayed outside while playing house, the one who once tried desperately to fit into any clique that would have her. It’s moments like this where I wish I could tell her: It’s all gonna turn out fine.
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