I have to be honest, there wasn't a single thing that I liked about this. I think it's supposed to be funny? (The inside back cover claims the author is a humorist.) But it's not funny, it's just bizarre, and not in a good way. I think the best description of it is extended flippancy, perhaps. I don't know, perhaps I'm just tired, but I get the same feeling reading this as I suspect I would if a distant elderly relative were to drink themselves silly and start trying to tell an interminable rambling story while politeness continually sabotaged any attempt of mine to escape.

I'm not sure even alcohol could make this amusing.