From Barnes & Noble"How do I hate thee? How much time do you have?" But Joan Rivers doesn't just hate you and me and Octomom and the Kardashians; she also hates herself: "Before we make love, my husband takes a painkiller." In I Hate Everyone... Starting with Myself, this resilient party-pooper indulges her intense displeasure with everything. (Who else among us admits that she hates children who fall down wells?) Finally, comeuppance for Mickey Rooney and women who breastfeed in public. Sinfully entertaining; now in trade paperback and NOOK Book. (P.S. The paperback contains all new, all hilarious material.)
Publishers WeeklyIrreverent comedienne Rivers (Men Are Stupid...And They Like Big Boobs: A Woman's Guide to Beauty Through Plastic Surgery) is back with this sometimes funny and frequently offensive treatise on everything she hates, and as the title promises, she spares nothing and no one-not even herself.
