This is, at the time of this writing, Dave Barry’s latest book of hitherto unpublished essays, based on the fact that it was published in 2014 and it’s only April. The title, naturally, is misleading and has been chosen from one line in the book because it’s funny. Or at least I thought it was funny, and it makes me look good because I—stay with me here—want my kids to hold off on dating until they are twenty-five when their brains have fully matured, biologically speaking. Not that anyone else in my house agrees with me, and one of my daughters has had two boyfriends already and she hasn’t even finished high school (I know, you’re shocked).
In this book Dave, tells us about his trip to a Justin Bieber concert with his 13 year old daughter, Sophie, manliness, what women want (that essay could just as easily be titled “a review of 50 Shades of Grey,” and I’m sure I enjoyed it far more than I would ever enjoy the book, which, like his wife, I haven’t read), and so on. This book is about more than just laughs, however, for example, in one essay he learns you real good grammar.
So why only three stars, even though my 15 year old yelled at me for laughing too loud when she was trying to fall asleep on a school night? I’ll tell you: