After reading several comics' books, I think there should be an alternative saying, "Don't judge a book by its author's stand-up performances."

Jeff Foxworthy is mostly known for his "You Might be a Redneck If..." routines. In this book, he tells bits of his life that finally led to the infamous routines. He said that his relatives once bought his books and read them aloud among family. And they were laughing... until they finally recognized that the jokes were all about them.

Unlike some of the comic-turned-authors, Jeff actually can translate his materials into writing. So his comedic timing and delivery in print are great. However, there's a problem when you bear your own life to perfect strangers. They might like your material, but not your character.

I fall into this category. I laugh at some of his jokes in the book. But I can't sympathize with his character. So there were many moments when other people might've enjoyed a hearty guffaw, while I just frowned and thought, "Doesn't work for me."

I gave the book a three star for they way it was written. But definitely not for the experience. Among books about comics that tell stories about their lives, I enjoyed Jay Leno's Leading With My Chin a lot better.