Occasionally I come across a book that makes me wonder how it ever got published. This is one of those books. For someone who has a master’s in education, Earley is a poor writer; it’s slightly horrifying to know she once taught America’s youth. In addition to the poor writing, Earley is incredibly superficial and judgmental throughout the book. She finds no flaws with herself as she lambasts every man she dates. With each scathing comment, she congratulates herself for not having let the man know what she really feels. The only redeeming quality to this book is its length. This book just may be the worst book ever.