I really like Adam Carolla, and I have enjoyed all of his novels. Enjoyable as they may be, however, they perhaps aren’t best consumed back to back to back.Not Taco Bell Material recounts various drunken incidents from Carolla’s personal life. Although I found this thoroughly entertaining in President Me and In Fifty Years We’ll All Be Chicks, by the time I got to Not Taco Bell Material, this format had worn a bit thin. I don’t think there was anything in particular about the book that made me feel this way, it’s just that Carolla’s narrative charm progressively loses steam when one consecutively reads his three books. One cause for this is the fact that Carolla often recycles his favorite anecdotes; some stories appear almost verbatim in all three books. I am intimately aware of the details surrounding Carolla’s high school football injuries and his career in construction. It was interesting the first two times, but I didn’t need it repeated again.
I didn’t read these sequentially, but if I had, I imagine that I would have taken my anger out on President Me. It’s just too much of the same. I’m not blaming Mr. Carolla here; I’m blaming myself for not evenly spacing out his books, and this just happened to be the last one that I read. Carolla has a formulaic method for his books, so I knew what I was in for: tales of drunken debauchery and a regurgitation of Adam’s career. Sometimes I find this very entertaining, but this time I just wasn’t in the mood.