The tolerance between men and women and to oneself

This book is written as a bestseller, not all our French reserves. The translation of some dialogues standard looks weird. Apart from that it devours. And yet I'm not one-fed welfare editions, which go down well with yogurt and cucumbers in the eye, and horoscopes I pity them.

In short this is what brought me that book:
- Time killed in the train. In truth I was anxious to sit down to continue reading.
- I finally understood my mother. No, she did not express to be (sometimes) unbearable, she did not just read this book. Our poor mothers do not receive our patience as much as our girlfriends / female / etc.
- I finally understood me face my girlfriend. Relax, I'm normal. Here's enjoy it to listen a little more because my senses tell the truth about what I need, and these supposed contradictions with it are nothing tangible.
- My girlfriend is the little alien as I thought. Good.

Bad luck I could not finish it because I left a friend in an emergency. I now have a new copy.