O'Connor impresses the reader with her apparently calm acceptance of a diagnosis of Lupus, a disease which killed her father at a young age and which is a sure death sentence for her. Her disability is treated as a slightly humorous inconvenience, when in reality it must have been heartbreaking.
On the other hand, O'Connor is clearly somewhat narrow-minded and prejudiced. This also comes through clearly.
And yet...she's got a nice sense of humor that leavens somewhat her heavy, heavy emphasis on Catholicism. Just like the rest of us, this justly famed author is a bundle of contradictions, foibles, follies, and endearing traits.
Interesting but not riveting; a nice look at the interior life of a well-known but somewhat secretive author.