For Men Only, by Shaunti and Jeff Feldhahn

I suppose the best preliminary question is not whether this particular book is any good, but whether it's even possible to write a good book--at least one that isn't mealy sentiment and common nonsense--about one gender to another. Whatever might be generally true of enough women that someone might dare to write it down, is astonishingly false about some other woman somewhere. Writing about the genders is like writing about America. Whatever you say is true, the opposite is true somewhere else. Confusing this further, there are several truisms about women espoused in For Men Only that might be vaguely correct about American women between the ages of 26 and 49, but are certainly not at all descriptive of African women, or Victorian women.

With all that said, For Men Only doesn't come off quite as poorly as you'd expect. It's biggest flaw actually turns out to be the underlying assumption that a happy marriage is one in which the husband and wife keep up the constant sensation of "being in love" for as long and as powerfully as possible. Being in love, of course, and enjoying that love in romantic and sexual fulfillment, is quite pleasant. It is not, however, helpful for very long in building a successful marriage, or in understanding, so far as such a thing can be done, what a woman is.