I purchased this book based on the Amazon reviews, and I have to say I disagree with them 100%. I would have given this book minus stars but this facility isn't available as yet.
This book is utterly depressing from the front cover to the back and everything else in between and I found nothing worthy of laughing at or with. Crying most definitely - but not laughing. It reads like a book that is deliberately and depressingly reminding the reader of the things they used to do and can't do again due to them becoming a certain age, or things they didn't do at the time and shouldn't even contemplate doing now due to them becoming a certain age so that they aren't taunted by family, friends and peers and made to look ridiculous and embarrassed, for example learning a musical instrument. There are reasons why people haven't done certain things in their life at certain stages due to personal situations, such as mental health problems, moving around alot, personal problems &c.. Instead it reads like a 'cut-off-point'. It is very ageist.
It mentions divorce and being divorced alot, a situation I cannot relate to as I have never been married (and I don't have children either but I do have two cats). Maybe this is one if not 'the' reason why I didn't understand this book. It just feels like the reader should be on the top of a roller coaster and start reading this as soon as the car descends to its death, because that is how it reads - as though this is literally 'the' last book of and on regret a person will and should read before the tall skeletal gentleman with the long black cloak with scythe turns up and requests your eternal company.
The writers are a married couple who live in South London with their two children. And the book reads as though it is full of the writers regrets that these two people did get married and have children and they are bringing all readers into their own personal living hell and telling them "This is what we are like. This is what you are like. And this is what you will be like".
This book should have been retitled from THE MIDLIFE MANUAL to AT DEATH'S DOOR because that is how it reads, that once you become a certain age you have to give up on the first half of your life and just sit and wait for death. This isn't LOGAN'S RUN. This book is discouraging of life over a certain age when it should be encouraging - basically telling the reader that "hey if you want to do this, that and the other then do it and here's how". In fact it's the reverse.
For the record I have just had my 41st birthday, have never married and had children (in or out of wedlock), have two cats, an Xbox, a PSP, a mountain bike, and I've just bought myself a birthday present of a guitar which I haven't played for over 20 years for various reasons.
I wouldn't suggest a person with serious depression reads this, unless they want to end it all by the end of the book. I personally wouldn't wipe my backside with the pages of this book and would really like to burn it, but instead I'm going to list it and resell it. It isn't even going to touch my bookshelf as it isn't worthy of that.
Don't buy - don't read. I'm sure there are better books on this subject that aren't written by two depressing regretful writers who want to bring their peers down to their level.