I got sent this by a mate. It was her copy - hi, Miriam! - and when she finished reading, full of hollow laughter (she was, as you can probably guess, a grad student) she sent it to me because we've both spent years being grad students and happily bitching to each other about the very particular problems of that life. Some time later, I've finally gotten around to reading it... and this snarky little book is very sadly recognisable. I had my own hollow laughter at points - especially at the academic who disapproves of your thesis because you don't cite them enough, or the ancient founder of the department who is a horror at the student seminars none of us want to be at. Please just hand over the free food and be done with it.