Okay, here is what I think about this book. It was great, but about two years too late for my life. This book was written in the late 80's by the great Anna Quindlen and I love her. This book was written when she was relatively the age I am now and I thought I could relate quite well to this work. Ehhh.
I just didn't find myself running to this book. Each chapter is quite short (about 3-5 pages) and so abrupt. And to be honest, the material was a little dated. If you must read women who write short funny prose in their late 30's - read Anne Lamott or Ayelet Waldman, so much better. Did I love this book? Not really. Do I regret reading it? Not really.