I admit that it’s a great title. And the opening few pages are kind of cute. And then — nothing. The book has absolutely nothing to say. And it’s based on nothing, other than Mark Manson’s life story which is, frankly, not all that interesting. It’s written in a blokey, sexist way — almost as if, foul language excluded, it could have been written in the 1950s. I have absolutely no idea why over ten million copies of this book were sold. Manson has, apparently, written a sequel or two. But I couldn’t give a fuck. Don’t waste your time.