I believe Dickerson is perfectly willing to admit his tendency to overshare, which he does, apparently, in his day to day life as well as in this book. In all likelihood, I will never meet this man, but I know details about his sex life (and his ex-fiancee's!) that there's absolutely no need (or desire) for me to know.
Dickerson comes across as needy, neurotic, and OCD--and he definitely gives off what my kids would call a strong "creeper vibe." However, I think he's honest, intelligent, and witty, and too nice of a guy to do any actual harm.
I wanted to like this book, and to a certain extent I do, but I had a hard time getting past the "I'm not a Christian anymore, and I can prove it. Wanna hear me use some naughty words?" He's too intelligent to have to rely on profanity the way he does.
The book is interesting enough, and I suppose I wouldn't mind talking to Dickerson to pass the time on a long flight, but I don't think I'll be passing the book on to anyone else. In all honesty, I'd be too embarrassed. I got to the point where I only finished reading it so that I could write an honest review. What a shame. I really wanted to love this book.