When I said I wanted to read more non-fiction this year, an account of the sexual failures of some guy I've never really heard of before wasn't exactly what I had in mind. However, I'm glad I read this one (thanks Julie!) because it's really fucking hilarious.
Paul Feig takes us through his adolescent love life, from first discovering how to masturbate up to losing his virginity at age 24. Most of the stuff in here is so horrifying and embarrassing that most people would never even admit to it, much less publish it in book form, but luckily Mr. Feig seems to have no shame, describing in mortifying detail his first real kiss, first real date, and the time he almost broke his neck trying to fellate himself.
Much of the book's comedy comes from what a tremendous loser this guy was. I mean, everyone's teenage years were full of awkward moments and angst, and I think most guys will find something familiar about these stories, but at the same time Feig takes that element of awkwardness and elevates it into such cringe-worthy lameness that it will make even the dorkiest high school experience seem cool in comparison. Basically, if you had a hard time with your early dating life, read this book and it will make you feel a thousand times better.
This is a very funny book, and while I can't say I really learned anything (at least, anything I wanted to know), it was still definitely worth reading and I recommend checking it out it you're looking for a quick, funny read.