Very slim volume to kick off the new year. Thankfully small, because there was very little of interest in it. A different title could have been Have a baby, stop journalling or Your life is over when you breed children. It had such great promise, the author confronting a diary of 25 years running… “The diary was my defense against waking up at the end of my life and realizing I missed it… The trouble was that I failed to record so much. I’d write about a few moments, but the surrounding time–there was so much of it! So much apparent nothing I ignored, that I treated as empty time between the memorable moments.” And to be fair, she does go on in this vein for a bit before baby amnesia overtakes her and she loses the ability and desire to think about her own life. Another woman lost to baby vapors, alas.