This book started out strong with typical Dave Berry humor. It became boring when he wrote about how to become a writer. It had nothing to do with the humor about his family or raising a daughter. Also, the book ended abruptly, and was too short for the money. A disappointment.

He's 65, and yet he writes like someone half his age! So, if hilarious essays by a 32-1/2-year-old are your cup of tea, dunk this book in hot water and stir. (But not the Kindle version, please.)

Not classically brilliant Barry but decently amusing. Between the odd meanders into Israeli social structure and Middle East travel recommendations, a few laughs, a handful out-loud. Which is $12 better spent than on several promising but disappointing movies. At least you can sample the book, which is a more accurate indicator of its appeal than a movie trailer that might contain every single moment of value in the whole two-hour film. The best passages of the book, in my experience, were read late at night on half an Ambien.