Book Review: Yes Please

I've read my fair share of celebrity autobiographies. It's not a favorite genre but it's one I've frequented enough to know the good from the bad. Probably more then any other genre to be a good celebrity autobiography you have to be great. It's hard for these to not feel like cash grabs. These folks usually have giant platforms in which they can tell their story from. Look at Amy Poehler for example. She's got her SNL days, her Parks and Recreation days, and now she and Tina Fey could host any award show they wanted too. And yet when I saw that Amy Poehler put out an autobiography I immediately hit purchase. 

I've never been a big SNL guy although I will watch clips on occasion so I was familiar with Amy's work on there. However my love for Poehler came from the amazing show Parks and Recreation. Although I never thought it reached the same highs as The Office I did feel that it sustained itself far longer then The Office did. A big reason for that was Amy Poehler. He character was lovable, easy to root for, and fun to watch. A lot like Amy Poehler. In Yes Please we get to learn about her childhood, her small-town upbringing (sounds a little like Pawnee), her start in improv, the laundry list of celebrity friends, and her journey into motherhood and marriage. 

Amy keeps things light and moving in her book Yes Please. Very rarely does she let things get political and/or to intimate. She very much wants to tell her story but keep it high level. It keeps things engaging throughout but I kept feeling like she was holding back. Needless to say Yes Please is filled with a lot of laughs, especially in her opinions on being a mom and the entire pregnancy of both of her kids. Sadly though because everything is so high level nothing really stuck with me. I enjoyed my quick read through Yes Please but I'd forgotten about most of it moments after finishing it. I think that might say something more about my growing lack of interest in these types of books then a true reflection on Amy Poehler's work.