This book was hard for me to get through. It was interesting enough, but once beyond the fun cultural and historical survey of (mostly human) breasts, a significant portion of the book is dedicated to how our bodies store so many environmental toxins in these conveniently located packages. I learned that even in breastfeeding my daughter, I unwittingly passed on a lifetime's worth of accumulated toxins to her, likely resulting in early puberty and hormonal disruption for her own children. (Don't get all smug, guys and formula feeders: You've got your own set of problems.) As for what we can do now, good luck finding any kind of food that wasn't at one time treated with, transported in or packaged in some sort of plastics. With two in five of us getting cancer at some time in our lives, I'm reminded of the adage, 'Live fast, die young and leave a good-looking corpse.' For all our modern conveniences, we're really doing ourselves a disservice. Take that, Benjamin Braddock and your plastics. This isn't for the faint of heart; four stars.