I'm Sorry You Feel That Way, by Diana Joseph

The subtitle of this is "The Astonishing but True Story of a Daughter, Sister, Slut, Wife, Mother, and Friend to Man and Dog." I am always skeptical of titles like this. Why does the author feel the need to say so much? Are they worried that we are too stupid to draw our own conclusions, or that we might draw conclusions about them that are not what they intended? I don't know, but I think the glowing reviews of this book are unwarranted. It wasn't bad, but it falls in the category of books about bad behavior that seem to say "Yes, I am a bad person, and I don't think that's so bad after all, right?" Which I don't agree with. Sure, good people make mistakes, but they don't glorify them. They try to learn from them and move on. There's no growth in this book, and therefore no change, and thus no drama, in the literary sense of the word.