It took Lisa Taddeo eight years and six trips across the US to write and connect the raw stories of three different women—three people spread across a spectrum of age, class, and philosophy.   It is the examination through testimony of events more common than we like to acknowledge—seen through the eyes and the memories of individuals, each in their own lane and complexity of femininity. 

The honesty prevents simplicity.  This is how I remember Lisa Taddeo’s book.  As with life, the stories are complicated—and yet beautifully interwoven as the author jumps between the three different women telling three very different tales. 

For men reading, the other side is made clear.  This is neither a feminist rant against us, nor an apology for us.