" I had read about this somewhere and I think it was billed as compelling and funny. It WAS compelling, but not really funny. There are plenty of stories of bad dates in this book, but I didn't find them particularly funny--more painful. I also had a hard time relating to her compulsive dating. In fairness, I'm sure that being with your husband from age 21 until middle age (Overton) gives you a different take on dating and being single than dating someone seriously in college and then being single until your early thirties (me), but I couldn't understand why she kept going out with these men. Would being single have been so bad? At least for a few years? She had children, a career, and it didn't seem as if her marriage had given her companionship even, much less true love, for many years before the ugly divorce. The writing in this memoir is better than serviceable but nothing spectacular. Mostly, as a Chicagoland resident, I was curious about which Jesuit Catholic community she found, which she mentioned fleetingly. I certainly admired the author for living through so many tragic events and having the perspicacity and courage to keep going and to write about them, and this was a quick and interesting read, albeit often depressing and frustrating. (Near the end, when I read the name of a new male acquaintance, I felt like yelling, "Nooooooooo!") I don't recommend this one. "
— Christine, 2/3/2014