If you have seen the new movie called “The House” or watched SNL for a long time, you would probably be familiar with this face:
Or maybe this one:

She’s a looker!
I got curious and as things go, I found the book called “Yes, Please” written as an autobiographical piece of non-fiction by the SNL host and comedian Amy Poehler.
She’s funny, self-deprecating, full of advice for others – bits of wisdom from the family and friends and hilarious stories (and some not so much like the one when she got her hair pulled and got locked in a school locker for being too “stuck-up”).



Yes Please also features mostly sweet vignettes from Poehler’s childhood and early career, testimonials from her parents about how thrilled they were by her birth, a chapter titled “Things They Don’t Tell You About the Biz” consisting of things you are likely to know already about the entertainment industry, and a refreshingly frank survey of Poehler’s modest history of recreational drug use. She’s got anecdotes about working with such talented friends as Seth Meyers and Tina Fey, all of them infused with a glow of nostalgia and cherished in‑jokes. Anyone who’s ever been lucky enough to work in a climate of exceptional creative freedom and camaraderie will know just what Poehler is talking about when she reels off giddily happy reminiscences of her years at Saturday Night Live and the innovative improv group the Upright Citizens Brigade. But (unlike poignancy or motherly love) esprit de corps is a feeling almost impossible to convey in prose. In contrast to Fey’s Bossypants, whose humour derives in large part from Fey’s unapologetic prickliness and her willingness to be unlikable, Yes Please is unable to make a virtue out of its author’s lack of sharp edges.


And it looks her entire life was filled with bits of love from other people and to other people.

9 Things We Learned From Amy Poehler’s ‘Yes Please’ – Rolling Stones Magazine