3.0

Aside from the slightly misleading title (I'm not sure what Ms. Heaney considers dating, if regularly going out with the same boy and doing various activities isn't considered a date?), this is a mediocre memoir. It's an easy read, if you're the kind of person who can read someone consciously trying to be completely quirky in a run-on sentence-way-too-hypenated-sort-of-way. There are moments where I could completely identify with the author, but far too many moments where I just seriously wished I was reading my psych textbook instead. I didn't hate it, but I also didn't love it.