Feb 19, 12
Read in February, 2012
There's a nice splash of wit here and there, but ultimately this is the sort of thing you grasp in either desperation or out of ignorance of what else is out there waiting to be read. The central character in this book is initially portrayed as having refreshingly honest self-centred feelings towards parenthood and children, openly voicing dissent at how boring they are and how that tedium rubs off on their parents' personalities too. However, like the similar About A Boy, this book amounts to little more than propaganda in favour of the rosey family unit, drip-feeding morals and responsibility as slowly and surely the character in question abandons his principles and beliefs to adopt more conventional and less-challenging attitudes, until we are left with another hollow automaton droning on about their children.