I usually love reading books written by comedians.  Even if they are telling what would ordinarily be a boring story, they often manage bring a witticism to it that allows the story to transcend its boring nature and become enjoyable.  I was hoping from the same from Craig Ferguson, but was utterly disappointed.  I probably could have predicted that there was no way this story could have been funny had I known more about his life in advance.  He covers some pretty heavy subject areas – his slew of failed marriages (he is currently on wife 3 or 4 – I lost count), his battles with alcoholism and drug addictions, suicide, and what he describes as a complete lack of direction or purpose for his life. [Read more...]