I had to stop reading Fatherhood in bed because, every night, I would suddenly have a long and near helpless fit of laughter. My wife would want to know what I'd found so funny, and then she would be laughing too, and hey presto! all traces of drowsiness were gone. I was obliged to read the book only during daylight, and then outside working (and childcaring) hours. Because Fatherhood is simply the funniest book I have read about pregnancy and childcare, and also - and even more importantly - the only one I have read to have such an acute insight into the father's point of view. For example, Berkmann is being both funny and ruefully perceptive when he observes that the 20 minutes the father-to-be spends staring at a sad, depleted hospital vending machine somewhere in those long hours of his partner's first labour are the last moments he will truly have to himself, probably ever. He is all too correct when he tells us that getting to grips (literally) with "piss, shit and vomit" - to give one of the book's splendidly honest chapter headings - will soon become as routine as brushing your teeth. By the way, if you are one of those patriarchal types who thinks changing a nappy or doing a night feed is someone else's job - shame on you! - you won't like this book. It is a manual for the hands on dad, carefully and informatively taking him through every stage of the fatherhood process from that fateful act of jiggy-jiggy to the puke-stained trousers at the first birthday party a mere 21 months later. Fatherhood is reassuringly sensible, genuinely instructive, and also absolutely hilarious. Fellow dads of infants, read this book to know that you are not alone.