I was reminded of this book while watching a May Leitz video recently and decided to read it because, well, I've been in the frame of mind to consume a bunch of videos describing the worst things of all time, so yeah, this seemed thematically appropriate.

It was... fine, I guess? I have a lot of thoughts, but I backspaced them to oblivion because they felt mean in the context of the afterword revealing how personal and therapeutic the book was for Keisling.

I'll just say that this didn't do it for me.