"Midlife — it's a four-letter word...if you're a really bad speller. But it's also extremely funny if you look at it right...or if you sleep through as much of it as possible." — from Journal of a Midlife Crisis. On January 1st, Christee Gabour Atwood, a forty-something author, comidienne, and animal lover resolved to write daily in her journal. And she kept her promise, faithfully recording her journey into something terrifying, something taboo: Midlife. Overcoming the indignity of being called "Ma'am" by a strapping college boy, smiling bravely through conversations with matrons aghast that she and her husband never particularly cared to have children ("I'm allergic," she tells one horrified dinner guest), and enduring the first appearance of wrinkles, Atwood hillariously comments on all the reasons to have a midlife crisis, and why to cherish every moment of a life well-lived. Witty, sharp, and unflinchingly honest, Journal of a Midlife Crisis is more clever than Dr. Laura, more fun than Dr. Phil, and more real than Bridget Jones.