I can't stop thinking about this book. This dude just can't shut up, and everything he says is a train wreck you just can't look away from.

The guy has everything he wants and still manages to be miserable. He has a job that pays him handsomely and he still gets to get drunk and bang prostitutes on his 2-hour lunch break. His wife is still pretty hot, although she's taken to drinking too much and flirting. He also has a sullen teenage daughter, a young son he dotes on, and a retarded baby that he hates.

Blah, blah, blah. Read this book and you'll explore every thought that Bob Slocum has about this and not much more. But it's not an exercise in stamina to read it. Oh, no. You can pick it up and start reading any page and be sucked in for hours.

I've already read this twice and now I want to read it again.