The only reason that this book made it into print is the level of fame that Degeneres has achieved in the USA. Had this book been written by anyone unknown it would have been thrown directly in the rubbish.
This isn't really a book at all, it is just a collection of pointless and aimless musings without a joke in sight, which surely doesn't bode well for her day job as comedian and chat show host. Degeneres writes stream of consciousness drivel that is worse than the most self-obsessed teenage blogger's heartfelt outpourings.
Desperately dull, embarrassingly unfunny, there was no reason, beyond milking a cash cow, for this book ever to have been published.