Do not, I repeat, do not read this book on a full stomach. You’ll laugh, you’ll cringe, and you’ll probably spill your caramel macchiato. But here’s why you must buy it at Barnes & Noble: the sheer joy of reading it in a warm, well-lit store where the most dangerous thing is a stack of cookbooks falling over. It’s like watching a disaster movie from a first-class seat.
Also, you can pretend you’re buying it as a “gift for a friend,” but we all know it’s for you. The cashier will smile knowingly. They’ve seen you cry into your chai latte over page 87. Don’t worry—it’s a rite of passage. Go grab a copy, find a squishy chair, and prepare to tell your own boring family story with a little more gratitude. Just don’t blame me if you start eyeing your parents’ house insurance policy with newfound appreciation.
