I rread this book several decades ago as a child and remember it as a very matter-of-fact book with a good sense of humor. The author had lost her leg in a childhood accident and soon adapted so well to her one-legged that she refused her prosthesis as too cumbersome and, since she was an above the knee amputee, too limiting -- she danced much better without it. She mentioned the shoe-trading clubs popular during WWII where a right footed woman wearing size 8 would trade shoes with a left-footed woman and double her wardrobe. Sorry for the brevity, but those are what stick out, thatand the fact that she did find someone to love her, despite her fears to the contrary.