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Summary: If She Only Knew How To Write
Review: The first of the many problems with this 318 pages of tripe is the lack of coherency. Each chapter has a title, which never seems to reflect the context of the section ahead. They are more like statements she wants to make rather than an indication of what you can expect to read. Also, within the chapters themselves, she jumps from tales of childhood trauma, to post-romp with now ex-boyfriend Triple H talking about her breasts, when one subject has absolutely no influence or connection to the other. It felt like I was reading the prospective of someone with the comprehension and attention span of the five-year-old in a candy store.In addition to its lack on continuity, the most unpleasant aspect of her book is the stories themselves, most of which come across as very self-serving and over-flowing with a nauseating negativity... oh, and complaining, lots of complaining. From her early days taking part in fitness contests, to her invitation to the Emmys (where she threatens Matthew Broderick and insults everyone in sight) Chyna categorizes everyone outside her "inner circle" as something resembling an unworthy subhuman. It's almost as if anyone not sharing her interests or background is less deserving of success or even acknowledgement. Also, as most may remember Chyna appeared in an issue of Playboy and boosted to anyone who would listen how fulfilled she was by this accomplishment. A major contributor behind Chyna's pride, as she explains in her book, is her muscular body and "unique" feminine beauty. "I worked on my body for years. I'm very comfortable with it. I think it's above and beyond what the average body is. And I am very proud to show that." - Chyna The problem with this statement is that Chyna spent most of her life being mocked for her unusual look. There were years of teasing and stares, all of which increased tenfold when she debut in the WWF in 1997. Fast forward a few storylines, however, and the woman, who for years intentionally avoided the conventional definition of beauty, in the end conformed to society... BIG TIME. She may have worked hard on her muscles, but beyond that to make any claim, as she does in the book, that she never gave into society's pressures is ridiculous. After all, the body and face that ended up "men's magazine" friendly certainly was not entirely the one she had to "work hard for," unless you count the money she worked hard for to finance the reconstruction of her face and fill her breasts with silicone... twice. My overall impression of Chyna's book is that the girl has some major issues. Whether it's her lack of self-confidence masked with a superiority complex, or her chaotic childhood that causes her to be highly judgmental and untrusting, there is nothing like spending an afternoon in the mind of an ego of that size. If the absolute hypocrisy of her message was more entertaining than aggravating, I'd almost submit and say that the price to read this drivel was well spent. Does that mean I would recommend it? Uh, no. If they only knew the book would be this bad, maybe it never would have made it to print.
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Summary: Not for the faint of heart...
Review: This was a quick and easy read. Entertaining? Yes. Quality literature? No. Of the three autobiographies so far produced by the WWF, Chyna's book is better than the Rock's, but no where near as good as Mick Foley's. While Mick Foley's book is written for a wrestling fan, it can easily be read and enjoyed by anyone regardless of their feelings towards professional wrestling. Chyna's on the other hand would only be enjoyed by 1) her fans and 2) people who want more of a glimpse at what goes on behind the scenes. The language is crude and at times vulgar for the sake of being vulgar. You can also easily tell what is written in Chyna's voice and what is written ghost writer Michael Angeli's voice. Overall though, I did enjoy the book. If you are a fan of the WWF and have a couple of hours to kill, I would recommend checking this book out.
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Summary: Let's Do The "Flippy Thing"
Review: Yes, and I'm not only talking about flipping the pages. To learn more about the "flippy thing," you'll have to read the book. Similar to Mick Foley's book, as well as somewhat with the Rock's book, Chyna speaks from the heart, and tells you her true-to-life story. We get to learn all about her dysfunctional family, her horrible luck with finding a proper job, and her unbelievble curse at fitness pageants. But, more importantly, we get to learn about Joanie Laurer and Chyna, two different personas, one outstanding person. The thing that I liked most about the book was her sarcasm and humor. Not only did it help the book move along rather quickly, but it allows you to relate to her story more. Her witty comments and language made for more interesting reading. The book's photographs are excellent, and the comments by Triple H and Mick Foley are nice additions. The only major beef that I had was using Michael Angeli to co-author the book. It often seemed as if he was not very knowledgeable about wrestling, and seldom watched it. But, other than that, this book is a real winner. The behind-the-scenes stories are incredible and the section involving Killer Kowalski is beyond funny. Any fan of the World Wrestling Federation has to read this book. It won't take long to read, and you'll be glad that you did.
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