This is a likeable little book, but there's no getting away from it: Olivia's the reason I don't have children. Well, not exactly. But given the dedication, it seems as if she's based on a real little girl, a child who does her best to wear her parents out. That's not exclusive to Olivia, naturally, but the thought of being stuck with any child who is this exhausting is enough to turn my uterus to dust, and I understand that they're all like that.

There's not enough coffee in the world to make me want to keep up. No matter how charming the illustrations are...