Before I started this book I’ll admit that I was a little worried that there would be little to relate to. What do I have in common with the stories of a 40-something, divorced, world traveling woman’s relationships with men? Surprisingly, not much. Also surprisingly (to me), I took away much more from this book than I expected to. It’s not all about Kirkman’s interactions with men, though it does cover everything from marriage to blind dates in Sweden. There are also chapters that deal with living alone, aging, spending New Year’s Eve by yourself, and undercover sting operations. Trust me, you’re going to see yourself somewhere in this book. Maybe you’ll cringe or maybe you’ll have an “a-ha!” moment, but something is going to click and you’ll be thankful that Jen Kirkman had to guts to dump her purse out on the couch and invite everyone into her problems. Even though there is some frank advice on marriage and sex, it’s not all serious all the time. There are plenty of laughs to be had and some of them are at Jen’s expense, and that’s okay. Sometimes you just have to laugh at her, and sometimes you just have to laugh at yourself. Life is hard and full of choose your own adventure circumstances, but if Jen Kirkman doesn’t even know what she’s doing then we’re all doing just fine.
The writing in this book is just what you’d expect if you’re familiar at all with Kirkman’s work. She has a gift for storytelling that makes you feel like you’re listening to a friend who called you up to tell you about some screwed up thing that happened to them. You’re invested, you’re laughing, and you’re thankful it didn’t happen to you.