It was difficult to plow through this dull and fact-filled account of Mary Meyer's life. I had hoped for more depth about the woman and her soul, her ideas, her feelings. I realize from reading this book that she remained detached and aloof so maybe no one really knew her thoughts and feelings. If her diaries/journal were published, perhaps we'd see and come to know the real Mary. I believe, from small glimpses, she was a woman of substance but Nina Burleigh should stick to writing text books geared to insomniacs.