I picked up this book thinking it was a fiction book about a man who was going to celebrate random holidays. It turned out to be a non-fiction book with the same premise which was a bit less appealing.

Don’t get me wrong, it was still a funny and enjoyable book. But non-fiction meant it was also like a memoir. After reading a few work related books I was almost burnt out on those. But it started of engaging enough so I kept at it.

All in all, it was enjoyable. The whole “goofy dumb husband and firm wife” bit got old quick though. I’ve read too many books recently where that is the set up so it got boring fast. There were also days where it felt like the celebration was halfway. I especially enjoyed the anecdotes with the children though. Those were cute stories and he was creative with the ways he tried to celebrate with them. I found that a lot of the side stories that didn’t relate to the holiday were difficult to get through though. They read as extra fluff in a book that was already fluffy. For a lot of those parts I just skimmed.


This book ready more like a blog than anything else. It’s a bit jumbled and there is no real plot so don’t go in expecting one. It's an odd concept for a memoir type book. Everyone comments on this, even George at various points in it. Which is why I feel it would have been better as a fiction book. You’re not going to be a better or worst person for having read it. Hell even George didn’t learn anything or grow (as he stated in the final pages); it was just a fun experiment.

I’m on the fence about whether I want to read the second book. It wasn’t terrible but again nothing was memorable to me and it wasn’t as funny as I was hoping it to be. But I didn't want to just give up on it. There were humorous moments but again it read like a blog. So there were some side stories that had nothing to do with the holidays and were just filler. If nothing else it is a quick funny read to pass a rainy weekend with.