This is because there isn't any much more to recommend it as part of a collection than the two treasuries that came before it. We have the same awkward pseudo-retro artwork on the cover and back (the back cover has Dainty Doll Boy Mike* tormenting a repulsed Lizzie by trying to kiss her) , the same sort of silly title and the obligatory awkward, incoherent and self-indulgent foreword. This time around, it's about the mild panic attack she had when joining the National Cartoonist's Society because she realized that she had to speak in public and her relief at moving to Corbeil where she could start life fresh without baggage....said baggage, of course, being the fact that everyone liked and respected Rod more than they did her.
As for the collection itself, the strips are arranged in much the same sort of slipshod format that we had to endure before and, well, the collection itself ends when John cries at a Christmas concert. This means that we have to wait for the next one to watch Connie cry her way to Thunder Bay because watching Phil and Ted having moved on was too big a cross to bear, the pooor thing.
* (Seriously!! They're the same height!!)