What will it take for one outrageously underwhelmed guy to turn his snooze of an existence into something worth waking up for? For thirty-year-old Brandon, who is precociously and chronically fatigued of his lot in life, it might just take a transatlantic airline ticket-with an unexpected, unrequested, inner journey to boot. Along the way, Brandon's ferociously funny, always frank take on everything makes for the rollicking, cheeky read My Sweet Saga. This debut novel by Brett Sills is sure to prompt more than a few shakes of the head-and at least one laugh per sentence. Resigned, defeated, and barely thirty, Brandon has been living with the benign tumor called life. His wedding to his fiancée, Clarissa, is only a few weeks away. His job as the only white guy at an African American television network isn't rocking his world either, and the dirtiest talk around the cubicle pertains the potty training stories from his married colleague. Just as Brandon teeters on the brink of damning himself to a tragically lame career and marriage, his absent father, who four years earlier won a mega lottery jackpot, pops up with an unexpected demand: Brandon must join him on a trip to Stockholm, Sweden. Against his better judgment, Brandon takes off on a trip that may just reroute his destiny. When he meets a mysterious Swedish woman named Saga, the romantic in Brandon reawakens and spawns a quirky love triangle that embarks him on a wild ride which includes arrests in two countries, hospital stays, acts of both extreme heroism and abject foolishness, the discovery of unexpected family secrets, and entirely too much public nudity. Along the way, this unexpectedly loveable rogue lobs wisecracks, witticisms, and flashes of surprising self-reflection that make for a thoroughly enjoyable escapade, which at the same time blindsides you with a generous helping of heart. Anyone who is up for a little transglobal insanity, with a stealthy finer point, will relish this hilarious, raucous ride.