The author narrated some amusing scenes (Subway platform sticks out in my mind) but overall it was a joyless read. She continually gripes about everything imaginable (job, mother's prying, lack of intimacy) but does nothing productive to initiate change, creates and maintains filthy surroundings, and is a perpetual job for her husband in her needs to be reinforced, picked up, coddled, and cleaned up after. What a bleak picture of what it means to be a woman living in 21st century New York. This book was a good reminder to myself to read the reviews before buying!