Anna Quindlen's latest memoir has plenty of thoughtful insights into aging, work/life balance, faith, feminism and marriage and was mostly a good, solid read. I was frequently distracted by references to the 2 homes, one in the country and one in Manhattan, their divergent decors, the multiple sets of dishes, blah blah. Not necessary, and, for 99% of us, not relatable.
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