This book is a straight memoir of a real and (as I think the author herself is suggesting) unremarkable marriage. Havrilesky has a sharp wit, so there are funny lines and vignettes told with satisfying and amusing tension, but I didn't find it terribly compelling overall. This is not really my genre!

I don't know why, but I expected this to be more of an exploration of what keeps so many of us committed to the idea of marriage, how people (including but also beyond the author) find their way to remain and even revel in the "divine tedium," and what this "divine tedium" offers us or keeps from us. It is not that book. It is the story of Havrilesky's marriage, which (like any marriage) has its quirks--but on the whole, this is an expected tale of "first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage," plus a variety of digs at her husband in moments she is not particularly attracted to him, and digs at herself in moments she can't believe he could be attracted to her.