I have to be honest, most of what I want to say about author and Twitter-lebrity Justin Halpern’s latest book, “I Suck at Girls,” can’t be printed in this newspaper.
This is a vulgar book. A very vulgar book.
In fact, I would venture to say that a magic four-letter word appears more times in this short 192-page memoir than the last three Tarantino movies combined.
This is not a book for the easily offended or those with delicate sensibilities.
But none of that should be surprising given that its author is the same guy who gained most of his notoriety with the help of his hilarious father whose life lessons and thoughts were chronicled on the Twitter account (and subsequent book and failed TV sitcom) “$#*! My Dad Says.”
To the surprise of no one, Justin’s dad is back and funny as ever in “I Suck At Girls,” a memoir recounting Halpern’s mostly disastrous love life and his many failed attempts at wooing the fairer sex.
I have a hard time believing about 75 percent of the dialogue in the book, including quotes attributed to Halpern’s father, most of which feels far too clever or perfect to have been recounted with any accuracy. But those doubts aside, “I Suck at Girls” is a harmless, quick and funny read.
It’s also surprisingly sweet and heartfelt.
I was particularly touched by the end of the book, in which Halpern recalls meeting his future wife, a story that involves an art gallery opening, a courtship via email , a weird bus trip from San Diego to San Francisco and a costume party gone terribly wrong.
Readers who have difficulty traversing needless vulgarity likely won’t get through the first chapter, but those who stick with the book will be glad they did.