I've been reading Dave Barry since middle school, and in the last 20 years, his formula doesn't seem to have changed a whole lot. All of his books are entertaining diversions, though pretty much empty calories when all is said and done. This one is a sort of tribute to being a guy, which in Barry's mind is a dorky yet endearing quality that embraces many of the familiar cliches of what it is to be male. If you've read his humor columns, the style here is very similar. A light read that may cause occasional laughing out loud, but not something that is likely to stay with you long after you've finished. I'm not sure what kind of appeal this book would have to the non-guy gender, but I'm guessing not a lot.