I read this book thinking that a friend had recommended it. When I told her, “I really enjoyed it—it’s so funny,” she looked at me with grave concern. Turns out she had recommended I Regret Almost Everything, which is, to be fair, almost the same title. I enjoyed the writing so much I continued down a rabbit hole of his other books, until I hit one egregiously sexist tome, which I regretted.
I Regret Everything
