A fairly terrible book which reminds me that taking book recommendations from The Listserve is a risky proposition. However, I am intrigued by the author, mother of Charles Lindbergh and author of several other best selling books in her time, including Listen! The Wind, a 1938 book about her adventures. I fully expected to enjoy this book, what with the emphasis on solitude and letting one’s mind relax and wander during a few weeks’ vacation at the beach. Instead, it was chock-a-block filled with platitudes and cloying words about how women are the givers and thus will always be in need of time to recharge. Very much a book written in 1955, although she did slight edits later to address Feminism with a capital F. Best part is her bringing up the madness around the fact that no one excuses you for wanting time alone—a hairdresser appointment or social engagement is appropriate for turning down another invitation, but not the idea that you can’t come because that’s your hour to be alone.