I won this for free in a Goodreads giveaway so I didn't quite overpay. It's an interesting premise: an epistolary novel wherein a fictional father writes episodic chapters to his two children telling the story of their upbringing from his perspective. It fails in execution, however. Firstly, from what I've been able to figure out through searches, I'm estimating Mr. Shahla is about 37 years old (given the 2017 release date, he would have been 30-32 in writing it). Obviously, this isn't old enough to have college-age children, meaning that very little of this can possibly come from personal experience. I get that good writers make believable stuff up, but this isn't a good writer and it's not at all believable. The situations described are wholly absurd. Secondly, and related, much of the humor is formulaic and resembles every family TV situation comedy from about Home Improvement on. The father/husband is something of a selfish man-child/idiot while the mother/wife is, for the most part, thoughtful, reasonable, and married far beneath her intellect and maturity level. This isn't always true, though, and at times the mother/wife character behaves in completely unrealistic ways...the chapter on a neighborhood capture the flag game is a case study in prohibiting men from writing female characters under any circumstances, ever. Mr. Shahla identifies himself as a recovering lawyer and I got the sense reading the book that it was meant as a 330-page audition to write for sitcoms. I should have been paid to read it.