This is not a book in which to find any deep thought. There are some fine common-sense bits, but that common sense is packaged in much the same way L. Ron Hubbard packages his wisdom-isms in his own irony-quote, self-help books, irony-unquote. (The best news, I guess, is that Mark Manson never started a cult.)

There are a few items in this book I would have cherry-picked for myself as a confused twenty-year-old young man, but would that advice back then actually have helped? Doubtful. There are much better books than this I should have read. This just feels like something written by a recovering, secret, pick-up-artist/men's-rights-activist.

The author really wants you to know he's had sex with a lot of very beautiful women, all while telling you that really powerful people rarely brag.

If F*cks were stars, I would give this book none.