I was very disappointed in this book. I was hoping for insight into what it is like to be a psychiatrist and lots of interesting stories about patients. Instead this book focused on how busy the author was during his residency, and his dating struggles. Pages were filled with transcripts of text message conversations between the author and his fellow female residents and later his girlfriend about topics as benign as which apartment the body butter was at.

I also had a hard time relating to the author. He several times states in the same sentence that he went into medicine because he had a desire to help people and because of the high salary physicans make, which is honest but a bit offputting. He also states that he comes from a family of physicians: his father is a physician, and his brother is also in medical school. Although the family he was born into is of course not his fault, it is difficult to relate to a person whose biggest insecurity when starting a residency at Harvard is that they went to med school at a public university. There are other memoirs about residency and psychiatry that are much more engaging and insightful.

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