I wasn't going to write a review but the masses demand it.

All fiction, in one way or another, is about an ontological search self or some sort of truth and how those things fit into everyday existence. While I was reading this, I hated how the main character seemed to only be able to define herself in relation to men, or how the character let men define her, but on further examination, don't we all define ourselves in relation to others or our rebellion or acquiescence to society's demands?

I don't read nearly enough women writers and I think after this book I figured out why. For me reading is usually just another form of escapism and maybe that's not always a good thing, but I guess it explains why my taste in books tend towards more masculine type writers because it is a perspective foreign from my own and so makes escapism that much easier. That said, this book is so utterly relatable (shut up spell check, that is so a word) even though I have nothing in common with the main character on the surface, her fears and insecurities are something buried deep in all humans, and even more so for women. We all like characters we can relate to but sometimes that makes experience of reading almost painful to the reader and for that reason I can't even say that I "liked" this book but that simultaneously is why it is a 4 to 5 star book.