I really love Zach and I love that he's a deconstructed former church kid that isn't afraid to grind the axe he has from the pain he’s experienced and talks openly about what the absence of "god" has hilariously and achingly felt like sometimes. He wrestled with his love of his parents, trying to not parent but coexist with them as an adult, and this huge bucket of empathy that his upbringing has left him with to hand out in interesting situations in his adult life. Reading this book felt like being a little less alone, a little more horny, and left a large craving for cheddar bay biscuits.