This book must have been written for other men because as a woman, I was not particularly entertained by the author's preoccupation with his sexual conquests and prowess. I expected more interesting insights and experiences about the cultural adaptation of an Englishman to living in Paris, but instead was bored by his immature and adolescent thoughts and behaviors with French women, which we hear about in excessive detail. I don't think I'll be paying for future books about his adventures. I've already got the message and it isn't what I was hoping for.