Last weekend I spent the whole weekend reading Dan Zevin’s ‘The Day I Turned Uncool: Confessions of a Reluctant Grown-up.’

I loved it. I loved every last word of it. Perhaps I loved it so because I could relate all too well, perhaps because I haven’t passed all those uncool milestones yet. I haven’t started worrying about lawn care yet. I will still go to concerts even if there isn’t assigned seating. . . but I do refuse to go to all ages shows. The thought of mingling with the unwashed under-21 masses makes me want to wretch.

Zevin’s book is so hilarious, I wish I could randomly quote from it to show you such wittiness. Sadly, I cannot. See, the book was so damn good that I had to let Lisa read it as soon as I finished. She hasn’t returned it yet. Clearly, she’s a slow reader.

After reading Meghan Daum’s abysmal ‘My Misspent Youth,’ I was more than a little leery of picking up another so-called book of Gen-X essays. Hoo boy was I happy that Zevin doesn’t take himself too seriously and is more than willing to be the butt of his own jokes.

The best part of the book is Zevin comparing journals from his college junior year semester abroad with his recent trip some 15 years later to visit his brother, Richie, on his semester abroad in Spain.

Really, I could yammer on and on about how fabulous and hilarious this book was, but I won’t. Just go buy it. It’s like $10 over at Amazon. It will be the best $10 you spend this week, honest.