Honest Pat

The book started out well enough, but never really got beyond the superficial details ofWhat about men’ For a good 50% plus % the book is actually about women and a further quarter was a resounding, if not toned down rant against men. The good parts were at best anecdotal, and the author could have gone much deeper. Especially on the topic and cause of suicide, but, in the end, she ultimately leaves the reader wanting, opting to make vagina jokes instead. The lasting impression I took from this book is that the author has zero knowledge on the subject, daughter zero advice from actual experts, either because she was too insecure, or just plain ignorant, but insisted on plaguing the world with another narcissistic rant.