Honestly despite all the great things I’ve heard about this book, I found it quite boring up until about 2/3rds through. Once I started making connections, it started getting more interesting, probably because I was far more interested in other people than in the narrator, Judy. Judy herself is a vain, shallow, frivolous sort of girl who says things like, “A woman, whether she is interested in babies or microbes or husbands or poetry or servants or parallelograms or gardens or Plato or bridge–is fundamentally and always interested in clothes.” Gag. It’s hard to like a book when you dislike the narrator. I also thought it was a bit strange that Judy acted more like a 12 year old than someone in college, which made the narrative weird to me – is it meant to be children’s lit or adult?? Maybe I’m just being overly picky or grumpy because I read it when I was sick, but I simply wasn’t very impressed. Ah well.