Manopause

In this brutally honest and hysterically overblown memoir-meets-male-satire, one man stares into the abyss of middle age-and the abyss stares back wearing cargo shorts and yelling at Alexa.

Once a confident, testosterone-fueled suburban warrior with a socket wrench in one hand and a steak in the other, our unnamed (and emotionally unraveling) hero now finds himself weeping during home improvement commercials, Googling "why does my back hurt when I sit still," and considering joining a drum circle just to feel alive.

From hormonal havoc to emotional whiplash, Manopause charts a bumpy ride through:

• Sudden urges to buy power tools he doesn't know how to use

• A powerful and unnecessary attachment to beard oil

• Deep philosophical questions like "Was that ache my soul... or just my shoulder?"

• And a tragic attempt at writing poetry inspired by hardwood flooring

If you've ever looked at your life and wondered "Is this it?" while clutching a leaf blower and softly humming Bon Jovi, this book is for you.

A love letter to middle-aged men-and a cautionary tale to everyone who lives with one-Manopause will have you laughing, crying, and possibly reconsidering that motorcycle purchase.