Like many other readers, I was appalled by Cheever's book. Her self-absorption and narcissism seem to have survived her drinking days. This book would be merely another volume in the "me first" series of self-revelatory accounts we've had to endure lately, except that there are children involved. Cheever seems to have given no thought to her kids' welfare as she moved from place to place and man to man. Her confessions of faith at the end of the book are totally unconvincing. She's revealed herself to be an immature and irresponsible woman.