After New York Post columnist Cindy Adams lost her husband Joey to cancer, finding companionship again was the last thing on her mind. But one day, a visit from a friend brought just that, in the form Cindy least expected: a tiny dog. Cindy Adams brings her famous wit, smarts and taste for celebrity gossip to a wry and touching story of the bond between a dog and its unlikely owner.
Book Magazine
This charming memoir chronicles the New York Post gossip columnist's misadventures with the dog she adopted in 1999 after the death of her husband, comedian Joey Adams. The author begins by paying tribute to Joey, who helped his wife break into the "gossip business" by introducing her to friends like Bob Hope. The tabloid queen Adams quickly became is in true form here, dishing on celebrities including Imelda Marcos, who dropped by Adams' penthouse one Christmas for girl talk and Big Macs, and Raquel Welch, who walked out on Adams during an interview after calling her a barracuda. But the star of this funny book is Jazzy, whose antics Adams boastfully recalls with the delight of a new mother. Whether he's splashing mud onto Joan Collins' silk dress during a dinner party or disconnecting a phone conversation between Adams and Manuel Noriega by walking across the keypad, it's evident that the single figure in Adams' life able to rival Joey's comedic timing is the dog who unwittingly replaced him.
Book Magazine
This charming memoir chronicles the New York Post gossip columnist's misadventures with the dog she adopted in 1999 after the death of her husband, comedian Joey Adams. The author begins by paying tribute to Joey, who helped his wife break into the "gossip business" by introducing her to friends like Bob Hope. The tabloid queen Adams quickly became is in true form here, dishing on celebrities including Imelda Marcos, who dropped by Adams' penthouse one Christmas for girl talk and Big Macs, and Raquel Welch, who walked out on Adams during an interview after calling her a barracuda. But the star of this funny book is Jazzy, whose antics Adams boastfully recalls with the delight of a new mother. Whether he's splashing mud onto Joan Collins' silk dress during a dinner party or disconnecting a phone conversation between Adams and Manuel Noriega by walking across the keypad, it's evident that the single figure in Adams' life able to rival Joey's comedic timing is the dog who unwittingly replaced him.
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