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Most Talkative: Stories from the Front Lines of Pop Culture

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by Andy Cohen

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The man behind the Real Housewives writes about his lifelong love affair with pop culture that brought him from the suburbs of St. Louis to his own television show
From a young age, Andy Cohen knew one thing: He loved television. Not in the way that most kids do, but in an irrepressible, all-consuming, I-want-to-climb-inside-the-tube


The man behind the Real Housewives writes about his lifelong love affair with pop culture that brought him from the suburbs of St. Louis to his own television show
From a young age, Andy Cohen knew one thing: He loved television. Not in the way that most kids do, but in an irrepressible, all-consuming, I-want-to-climb-inside-the-tube kind of way. And climb inside he did. Now presiding over Bravo's reality TV empire, he started out as an overly talkative pop culture obsessive, devoted to Charlie's Angels and All My Children and to his mother, who received daily letters from Andy at summer camp, usually reminding her to tape the soaps. In retrospect, it's hard to believe that everyone didn't know that Andy was gay; still, he remained in the closet until college. Finally out, he embarked on making a career out of his passion for television.
The journey begins with Andy interviewing his all-time idol Susan Lucci for his college newspaper and ends with him in a job where he has a hand in creating today's celebrity icons. In the witty, no-holds-barred style of his show Watch What Happens Live, Andy tells tales of absurd mishaps during his ten years at CBS News, hilarious encounters with the heroes and heroines of his youth, and the real stories behind The Real Housewives. Dishy, funny, and full of heart, Most Talkative provides a one-of-a-kind glimpse into the world of television, from a fan who grew up watching the screen and is now inside it, both making shows and hosting his own.

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Publishers Weekly
TV producer Cohen, an Emmy winner for Top Chef, is the host of Watch What Happens: Live. As Bravo’s executive vice president of original programming and development, he oversees production of The Real Housewives franchise, The Millionaire Matchmaker, and other series. In this lively memoir, he begins by telling us more than we need to know about his pop culture–obsessed childhood in St. Louis. In high school, where he was voted most talkative, he was popular, but “no one knew I was gay.” A full chapter is devoted to the “terror” of coming out to his parents and Boston College roommate. A 1989 sophomore high school class project prompted him to interview his idol, Susan Lucci, a plus when he applied for a CBS internship. Beginning at CBS This Morning, he was on his way. When he arrived at Bravo, he found the ideal venue for mingling with top talents. Riding the wave of reality programming as it began to dominate TV, he now asks, “Had I helped kill soaps?” There’s enough about his lifelong obsession with Susan Lucci that can distract. Others will be amused by Cohen’s ramblings about how his wicked wit and “lighthearted cultural commentary” brought him media attacks and embarrassing headlines. Still, many will appreciate his straightforward honesty in delivering an insider’s POV about reality TV with intimate and outrageous glimpses of housewives and celebrities, offscreen and on. (May 8)
From the Publisher

“In MOST TALKATIVE, Cohen talks your ear off, and you'll love every minute of it…Because of his recognizable voice, this audiobook is the best format to hear Cohen's gossip on pop culture and how he worked his way up in the entertainment industry. Best of all, he laughs and enjoys his own stories right along with you.” —AudioFile Magazine

“A wonderfully fun, funny and inspirational journey, peppered with colorful, crisis prone women. I loved it! Most Talkative is most read-ative!” —Amy Sedaris, author of I Like You and Simple Times

Library Journal
Cohen is an executive for Bravo Network and host of Watch What Happens: Live, a position that made him the first openly gay late-night talk show host. In his first book, he tells amusing stories of his childhood and his passion for television, his interview of Susan Lucci in college and their subsequent meetings, three disastrous run-ins with Oprah, dancing for the B-52s, and keeping Diana Ross and Joan Collins happy when he worked for CBS. Cohen also writes about how he became a talk show host and dishes many juicy tidbits about the Real Housewives casts. VERDICT Cohen's lighthearted, funny memoir is highly recommended for his fans and others who appreciate humorous celebrity biographies and memoirs. Consider also for readers who enjoyed Ellen DeGeneres's Seriously...I'm Kidding and Mindy Kaling's Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns). [See Prepub Alert, 12/12/11.]—Sally Bryant, Pepperdine Univ. Lib., Malibu, CA
Kirkus Reviews
The Bravo network executive who green-lighted the Real Housewives franchise shares backstage insights into reality TV. In this uneven memoir/gossip fest, Cohen attempts to strike a balance between the story of his upbringing in a close-knit Jewish family and dishing on the antics of "Bravolebrities." In the former, he often succeeds, portraying his parents as warmly and humorously as you would expect from someone who implored his mom to send him updates on All My Children while he was away at camp. Cohen's youthful obsession with soap maven Susan Lucci further highlights his eventual lionizing of the Real Housewives, and he sprinkles his awkward encounters with his diva idol throughout the text. He also effectively captures the fear of coming out in the 1980s, a time when homophobic jokes and AIDS misinformation were rampant. Cohen is candid, but he will try many readers' patience with his devotion of several pages to the most mundane details of the Housewives' fame-mongering: e.g., tweets from their dogs, transcripts of interviews gone awry and defenses of their shallowness that ring--surprise!--hollow. In one tortured instance, he reveals how the Bravo team recut all episodes of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills after a participant's husband committed suicide, then claims that what they presented on TV was "real life." The disclosure that the film crew shoots 85 hours of footage for every hour aired gives the lie to the claim that reality TV is any such thing. By the time that Cohen's father tells him, "I just can't get over that people speak to each other this way, in public places," most readers will agree and likely stop reading. Anyone except the most devoted Housewives fans will wish that Cohen were less talkative.

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Most Talkative

Stories from the Front Lines of Pop Culture
By Andy Cohen

Henry Holt and Co.

Copyright © 2012 Andy Cohen
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780805095838

My Date with Susan Lucci

I'm standing on the corner of Sixty-seventh and Columbus Avenue in Manhattan waiting for a meeting that will change my life. It's December 11, 1987. I'm nineteen years old and about to have my first encounter with a celebrity. Not just any celebrity. The Queen of Daytime, and my first diva: Susan Lucci.

I fell in love with Erica Kane the summer before my freshman year of high school. Like all red-blooded teen American boys, I'd come home from water polo practice and eat a box of Entenmann's Pop'Ems donut holes in front of the TV while obsessively fawning over All My Children and Erica, her clothes, and her narcissistic attitude. My sister Em and I even got my mom into the show. Which was a coup because Evelyn Cohen doesn't suffer fools: She gets the New York Times—not Soap Opera Digest—delivered to our house in St. Louis. And in general, Jewish women don't tend to sit around watching soaps. Don't ask me why.

Dinner "conversation" at the Cohens' meant my sister, mom, and I relaying in brutal detail the day's events in a state of amplified hysteria, while my father listened to his own smooth jazz station in his head. After dinner, my dad would rejoin the living, and I would inevitably hear the three words I dreaded more than anything else: "Wanna play catch?"

No, I did not want to play catch. Ever.

I would turn to my mom for a reprieve, who would instead give me a look that was simultaneously threatening and begging. "Just humor your father and go TOSS THE DAMN BALL!" I got out of it most times by just making a run for it and sliding into my home base, in front of the TV.

Susan Lucci was the biggest star in the daytime galaxy, and she served it up hot and fresh and chic five days a week. Before there was Joan Collins's Alexis Morrell Carrington Colby Dexter Rowan on Dynasty, there was Erica Kane Martin Brent Cudahy Chandler Montgomery Montgomery Chandler Marick Marick Montgomery on All My Children.

A few months earlier, the professor in my Boston University news writing and reporting class assigned us a feature story and challenged us to nab an interview with one of our idols. He said if we got someone good, we could get our article published in the BU newspaper. Finally, my ticket to something big—a byline—and a chance to meet and interview one of my two idols: Susan Lucci or Sam Donaldson.

I didn't say Sam Donaldson just to impress my professor, either. I really loved him. During the Reagan years, he was the only member of the White House press corps who actually asked the man a direct question and held him accountable. (To this day, when I'm interviewing someone, I try to channel Sam. Of course, today my hardest-hitting interviews are usually with Real Housewives.) My admiration for Donaldson aside, when you give yourself two celebrity options on an assignment like this, you can bet that the one without the weird hair system is going to win every time.

I wrote Lucci's publicist an impassioned declaration of love, which secured me an interview, which was then postponed . . . multiple times . . . until this day. Fearful that I was one more postponement away from cancellation, I woke up at 7 a.m. and began calling that publicist's office to nail down the details and get my instructions for the day. All I knew was that I was supposed to meet Susan Lucci. The rest was a mystery, and I wanted it solved. I dialed and dialed and the phone rang and rang. By 9 a.m. I was convinced this interview, like the others, wasn't going to happen. But I was already in New York City! I couldn't go home empty-handed. Ruefully, I decided that Sam Donaldson's publicist never would have blown me off, if Sam Donaldson indeed even had a publicist. Probably not. Sam Donaldson was too down-to-earth, and there's no way a publicist would have just let that hair thing go.

Three hours after I'd begun, I deliberately punched in the now memorized sequence of numbers in a last-ditch effort. One ring. Two rings. Three, four, five, six, seven . . . and then someone, an assistant I guess, finally picked up. I was told to report to the ABC studios on the Upper West Side at 12:30. And that's how I learned that people in New York don't start working until 10 a.m. How cushy.

I get momentarily dizzy when I see the marquee that says, "In Pine Valley, Anything Can Happen." Of course, I've arrived outside the studio an hour early wearing bar mitzvah attire: button-down, paisley tie, sport jacket, and a trench coat that could have been from the Mini-Dan Rather Collection. My hair is more awkward than normal, as I'm in the midst of growing it out to Deadhead perfection. I tamed the Jewfro when I woke up, but its stability is threatened by the humidity of an unseasonably warm December day.

But I haven't shown up with sixty minutes to spare just to stand around and gawk like a tourist. I have something else on my agenda. In addition to the Lucci interview, I'm working on a creative writing paper examining whether Pine Valley is an accurate representation of society. (Just the sort of deep topic my parents expected me to be exploring when they signed my enormous BU tuition check.) I've brought my tape recorder to nab on-the-street interviews with actors from the show.

Occasionally a Pine Valley "resident" walks out of the stage door and I first internally freak out ("OMG IT'S CLIFF!"), then attack them with my recorder. I see myself as a Sam Donaldson type; they probably see me as a John Hinckley Jr. type.

"IS PINE VALLEY AN ACCURATE REFLECTION OF SOCIETY?!" I yell at every familiar face in a high-pitched panic. They are all initially terrified and must take a moment to process what is happening: overly hyper kid with tape recorder and 'fro yelling stupid question. Once they realize I'm probably not going to shoot any of them to impress Jodie Foster, I get quick interviews with "Donna," "Cliff," "Ross," "Travis" (who has dried shaving cream on his ear), and even the man who plays Palmer's butler, "Jasper." Their answers are gripping—"Not really." "No." "Maybe."

At 12:30, euphoric after my journalistic ramp-up to the main event, I walk into the building and announce that I'm there as a guest of Ms. Lucci. "Susan Lucci," I say, triumphantly. "I am Andrew Cohen and I am here to see Susan Lucci."

The guard nonchalantly mumbles into a microphone, and his voice crackles over a loudspeaker, "Susan Lucci, guest in the lobby." I am stunned at his informality and offended by his lack of respect when summoning the actress who plays Erica Kane.

I wait in terror, convinced that something, yet again, will go awry: I've gotten the day wrong, or Ms. Lucci's changed her mind. Or it could go exactly as I'd imagined—a minion would appear to spirit me away to Erica Kane's penthouse lair. After a couple of minutes, the double doors open, and she glides toward me. Susan Lucci. Radiant. Confident. Really, really small. Like, child-sized, even. My moment of disconcertion at how this person who is larger than life to me could be so alarmingly pint-sized is short-lived, as she opens her mouth to speak.

"You must be Andrew," she coos.

She is wearing a red knit dress, red hoop earrings, black heels, a full-length mink coat, and massive sunglasses. Her hair is teased three stories high: a masterpiece of eighties glamour and engineering.

I finally stammer out something that sounds like "HI!"

"Well, I hope you like Mexican food, Andrew, because I'm taking you to lunch," she purrs.

In fact, I hate Mexican food. I have a lifelong aversion to beans, and I wanted to see the studio. On the other hand: Susan Lucci and I are going to lunch? On a date? ¡Me gusta!

"Oh my god, I looooove Mexican food!" I scream.

The publicist shows up just as we're walking out of the building. She's tall, wearing a butter-leather jacket, with frosted hair pulled back, a smoker's voice, and an air of cosmopolitan authority. We walk a few blocks to a restaurant called Santa Fe. On the way, some nutbag on the street asks Lucci if she received his card.

"Your card?" she asks. She seems concerned. "Oh nooo, I didn't! I'll check with the guard," she says very sincerely, turning to me with a wink. She and I know she'll not be checking with the guard. I'm in on the joke with Susan—on the inside of inside. I marvel at her ability to be tolerant and kind with this weirdo, making him feel as if he really matters to her, treating him as nicely as she's treating me. As we get further down the street, a guy in a truck yells, "Erica Kane! We love you!" She waves. I imagine little cartoon birds fluttering down to pick up the hem of her mink coat so it doesn't drag on the ground.

At the restaurant, we sit down at the table, and Susan and her publicist start talking quietly about a photo shoot that's coming up, and Susan says that ABC "has finally gotten it right." Susan is happy. I can't believe how super-confidential their convo feels. There is a business behind this soap I've spent my life ogling from my seat on a sofa in the middle of the country, and it is fascinating. I zero in on what Susan said about ABC "finally getting it right." What was wrong before? I wonder. Was Susan unhappy with ABC? Perhaps, as our friendship deepens, she will learn that she can trust me enough to confide in me regarding these matters. Strictly off the record, of course.

By the time they remember I'm there and turn to me, I'm convinced that my hair has expanded at least an inch in diameter since Sixty-seventh Street.

They ask me about my major, my goals. I am absolutely bullish on my future, and tell them awwwwlllll about it, while they sit there, nodding patiently, smiling patiently, and agreeing patiently. I tell them that I'm a sophomore Broadcast Journalism major and I want to be the next Dan Rather. Then, hearing myself say that and realizing that Dan Rather barely ever goes through an interview blathering about his hopes and dreams, I abruptly start reading from a list of questions I've prepared about Erica Kane:

"Is Erica modeled after Kate in Taming of the Shrew?"

"How will the pregnancy story line affect her?"

"Who is the love of Erica's life?"

(These are all perfectly fine questions. What I won't know until years later when I re-listen to the interview—yes, I recorded every word—is that I interrupt her every answer to tell her what my mother and I think will happen. In fact, I talk about my mother constantly. Thank God, I got over THAT! My mother would hate it.)

The waiter comes. Lucci orders a cheese enchilada and a chicken enchilada. Her publicist orders the same. I order a beef taco, and, feeling very capable and adult, I firmly tell the waiter that I do not want any beans on the plate whatsoever, and the waiter does not question my decision.

Emboldened, I turn to Susan and ask her the worst thing Erica ever did. She says, "Kill Kent."


She giggles. "This is a man I can talk to!"

Susan Lucci called me a man.

We get into a great conversational rhythm. It's a real interview. I ask about the red knit dress she's wearing. It is her own, not Erica's, she says. I lament the injustice of her eight Emmy losses and question the legitimacy of the Daytime Emmy judges. She is humble and grateful, as though it is her first time discussing this travesty. Near the end of the interview, I ask her what her salary is. And quickly apologize, telling her my professor made me ask. (Asking a difficult question while simultaneously apologizing is a skill I will implement twenty years later with the Housewives.) I feel so triumphant about asking the question that it doesn't register that she never answered.

When all the enchiladas have been consumed and all of the questions have been asked, I give her a BU sweatshirt and she carries on like I've presented her with a diamond ring. "Oh, Andrew, you couldn't have brought me anything better. It is so soft! I can't get over how soft it is. I love sweatshirts!"

In my letter, I may have promised the publicist that this would be a cover story in the BU Free Press, not what it really is: an assignment for a class that I'll pitch to the paper. But post-lunch, feeling chummy and in the club, I am comfortable clarifying that the feature is not exactly locked. That comfort curdles, however, when the reaction on the publicist's face indicates this is the number one most wrong thing to say. Yet I can't stop myself, next telling them, "I'm such a huge fan that I probably would have lied about the story altogether just to get a seat at a table with Susan Lucci!" I'm a runaway train of misdirected enthusiasm and late-blooming honesty.

The publicist's face only grows more contorted.

I quickly change my story. "This is a guaranteed cover!" I assure them. Amazingly enough, this seems to get things back on track. They in turn assure me that they can provide "color art," which is a magical-sounding phrase that I later learn means "We'll send some slides to the paper." (The piece will eventually run in the Daily Free Press, saving me from my white lie.)

The check arrives. Susan and her publicist compliment me for being well prepared, and I realize our time together is coming to an end. I begin angling to go back to the set with them. Susan tells me—sweetly, pityingly, of course—that visits like these are set up months in advance, and it's not going to be possible today.

I'm devastated. I actually might cry. I've waited six years to get on the inside, and just as the door has opened, it's slamming shut again. I keep it together and refocus on Susan's radiance.

She asks where I'm from.

I tell her I grew up outside St. Louis.

"Oh, St. Louis! There are very bright people outside the coasts," she proclaims. Her publicist agrees! At any other time, at any other table, I would have been highly offended and preached from my soapbox about the spirit and intelligence of the Midwestern people, but because Susan Lucci said it, I feel . . . weirdly vindicated. Perhaps the St. Louis tourism bureau could use her words as a tagline—"There are very bright people outside the coasts!"

In front of the restaurant, we take photos and say good-bye. As I watch Susan Lucci disappear down Sixty-ninth Street, I wonder if I'll ever see her again. I wonder how my life will ever take me back to this place, where I can sit with an idol and talk about something I love. I feel the tears I pushed down moments before welling back up. I don't let them. Instead, I run to a pay phone on Central Park West so I can report the day's news to a string of people. Starting with my mother.

I didn't know it then, but I'd end up working at CBS News and having a front row seat for every pop culture and news-making event of the 1990s, meeting nearly every idol I'd had as a kid. I didn't know I'd go on to be ringleader to a fabulous galaxy of women starring in a real-life soap opera. And I definitely didn't know that this would not be my last encounter with Ms. Lucci. But sadly for me, none of our other meetings would go as well as our first. In the TV business, that's what we call a tease. So, stay tuned.Copyright © 2012 by Andy Cohen


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Meet the Author

Andy Cohen is Bravo's executive vice president of Development and Talent, responsible for overseeing the production of such hits as Top Chef and The Real Housewives franchises. In addition, Cohen is the host and executive producer of Watch What Happens Live, Bravo's late-night, interactive talk show. He also hosts the network's reunion specials. He's won an Emmy and two Peabody Awards for his work, and he lives in New York City.

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bookchickdi More than 1 year ago
I first saw Andy Cohen when he hosted the reunion show for Bravo TV's Flipping Out, a reality show about house flipper/designer Jeff Lewis. I wondered who this Cohen guy was and from where he came. Cohen is an executive at Bravo TV, and besides foisting on the American people The Real Housewives of (insert one of many cities here), he also hosts Bravo's Watch What Happens Live, a crazy nightly talk show that has counted among its guests Jerry Seinfeld, Ralph Fiennes, Holly Hunter and every real housewife. Oh and they frequently drink on that show, so it's hilarious. I confess that I used watch the Housewives franchise (NY, NJ, Atlanta, Beverly Hills), but it began to consume me, so I gave it up. (I still like Flipping Out.) I won a copy of Cohen's memoir, Most Talkative: Stories From the Front Lines of Pop Culture, and I have to say I was utterly charmed by this book. He begins by recounting his interview with Susan Lucci, (Erica Kane of All My Children, Cohen's and his mother Evelyn's favorite soap opera) while a student at Boston University at the time. He also ends his book with another Lucci encounter, and it is the perfect way to bookend his pop culture life story. Cohen interned at CBS News, and ended up working on CBS This Morning for a decade. The show was the lowest rated of the morning shows, but I found this section of the book the most interesting. His story about accompanying Dan Rather on a story about western wildfires was fascinating, although I recently read Rather's latest memoir and Cohen is sadly not in it. There are lots of pop culture references here, including Cohen's obsession with Oprah Winfrey and the few times he got her to agree to interviews did not go well. He has his own Ah-ha moment when he learns that trying to trick Oprah is a big mistake. Fans of the Housewives shows will be enthralled by his chapter on hosting the reunion shows. He gives the reader the inside scoop, and even though I swore off the Housewives, I admit to enjoying this chapter immensely. Cohen's love for Battle of the Network Stars took me back to my childhood and love of the show. He even tried to emulate it with Bravo's version, Battle of the Reality Stars, which didn't take off (and that is probably a good thing.) There are some serious moments here too, and Cohen struggling with telling his friends and family that he is gay really tugs at the heartstrings. I think anyone who is going through the same thing (or has gone through it) will get something from this book. The only chapter that fell flat for me was the one about pulling pranks on his mother with his best friend; that was the only miss in this delightful book. The book is very funny, reading it is like sitting down and listening to Cohen tell you his life story, warts and all. You can hear his distinctive voice and see his head tilting in your mind as you read of his delightful walk through pop culture. I think the audio version of this book would be amazing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I absolutely adore Andy Cohen so it makes sense that I loved his book! It is written in his unique, conversational tone and kept me engaged and eager to hear more. I never miss an episode of Watch What Happens Live, so it was very fun for me to learn how my favorite Bravo shows came to be.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read worth the money! I love this book! Five stars!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
it was a fun read, especially as a fan of television.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a really fun easy read. I am obsessed with Bravo so it was fun to hear all about the ladies of Bravo along with the stories of Andy making his way up to where he is today. I love love loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love RHO(anywhere) so i was anticipating the release of this book. Not many books make me laugh out loud but this one did,over and over. I appreciated the stories of success and the honesty of failed projects. I look forward to another book soon ,with even more RH dish. Bravo Andy Cohen!
ADR213 More than 1 year ago
Just started reading. I'm sure the rest will be amazing!! So far, so cute and funny!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love how Andy Cohen writes just like he talks on his show. You can almost hear his voice as you read. I am in the middle of the book and love it. It is my quiet time, relax for a few minutes book. I would recommend this book to anyone that wants a good laugh and some insight about Andy Cohen. He makes me proud. He would be the kind of boyfriend I'd want, even though I'm not a Ging.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am an Andy Cohen fan all the way, therefore his book was a completely enjoyable experience. It's written in "Andy Talk" which feels like you're sitting right there with him in the What What Happens Live Club House. His nature of telling stories feels too honest to be made up or exaggerated and many of his stories are very relate-able. I would definitely read his next book, hopefully it will be more on the production of the Bravo Shows.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely LOVED this book!! I felt like he was talking right to me...loved his style of writing. Laughed out loud, many times! Please, Andy, write another one!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you love Bravo and Andy Cohen you will love this book for all the stories about the inside world of the "Housewives". In a world where "gay marriage" has become "marriage" and the acceptance of gay lesbian bi-sexual and transgender people grows into majority acceptance, his look back at coming out in a vastly different America is spot on. His story is required reading for understanding the gay experience in the mid 1980's. It is also a look at Andy's more serious news career as a producer at CBS's This Mornimg program for the 10 years just ahead of 9/11/2001. A really good book.
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Really enjoyed this book. Loved the stories and anyone who is a fan of Bravo would really enjoy this book.
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I dont have anywhere near the time that i wish i did, to pick up my Nook and get lost in some books. If that were the case, I would have finished this book in one day. Andy Cohen is such a charasmatic person, and it translates through in this hilarious and touching book. I dont watch Bravo TV, but I am still very familiar with him. I am loving this book so much!! Definitely will be a favorite for me.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like Andy you will enjoy listening to the book in his voice. Great at the gym or during a tedious task.
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Must read and quite hilarious.
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