" I bought this book when I was really looking for Flynn's other book, Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, but it wasn't available in the bookstore at the time. The memoir was a lot of short essays intertwining the author's feelings on the Iraq War and the act of torture with the coming of his first child. I've read a couple of memoirs that end in a child being born, or children saving everything, or the simplicity of being a parent, or the simplicity of childhood. I had a feeling it was going to end on such a note. There's something about it I simply don't understand yet. And though Flynn can write a poignant scene and connect seemingly distant random occurrences with concepts and movies and songs to bring more meaning to them, I often wondered where he was going with it. This marks the second memoir I've read with these short essays, and while I'm a fan of the essay, since they are so short they often leave something to be desired for me. "
— Lauren, 2/2/2014