I appreciate receiving a Kindle copy of this book through a Goodreads giveaway.
As a newly minted retiree still separating from my professional identity, I thought I was the target audience for this book. Apparently not. I reluctantly rounded up from 2.5 stars and would not recommend this book to retiring friends. Here's why:
The thesis seems to be that retirees are ridiculous, and the sooner you accept that, the better your retirement will be. You'll have lots of free time to try new things, but you're going to fail at them, spectacularly, so better get used to laughing at yourself. I've been laughing at myself since childhood, and I think I might be funnier than the author, whose constant allegedly comedic references to retirees losing their glasses (yes, I know, they're on my head), snacks and naps quickly got tedious. And my cat allergy seems to have gotten worse from the heightened exposure in this read. Contrary to its title, most of this book's depiction of retirement just made me sad.
The more substantive passages also seem poorly calibrated to a functioning adult reaching the end of a career. People who don't know what an emergency fund is, much less have one, should not be retiring. Then one of the last chapters describes second career success stories involving an artist and an entrepreneurial baker that seems mostly contradictory to the "just be silly and take a nap" message up to that point.
Why any stars? There are some good tips about things like balancing structured and unstructured time, and finding new social connections to replace the workplace relationships we lose. They would fit on an index card, but they are in there.