I know this book has gotten glowing reviews, but personally, I found it heard to get into, and was waiting for something besides almost endless personal reflection throughout the book. Maybe I'm just used to a faster pace, but the book seemed tedious to me. Much more could have been said in fewer words. It's like the author in wandering almost endlessly through personal reflection as she seeks to figure out her life now that her husband has died and she is experiencing writer's block, not to mention her angst about her supposed helplessness. In the end, she does discover that she is stronger than she thinks and that she can overcome her writer's block and embrace her new life. It's not without merit but it was just not for me.