I know what you are thinking: “Why would I take life advice from a mouthy merc in red spandex who treats villains like human piñatas?” Fair question! Here’s the thing—who better to teach you how to live than someone who PHYSICALLY CANNOT DIE? (Except a little on the inside when I see cute kittens.) I’m like a self-healing fortune cookie with katanas and a spectacular a$$.

And if I can find meaning in an immortal life filled with endless injury and an internal monologue that never shuts up, I can definitely help your delightfully temporary self find purpose! Also, Wolverine is busy.

Seriously though, buy this book. It has adorable illustrations of yours truly. And I have a chimichanga habit to feed.