Disappointing collection of essays from women in their 40s but I suppose I should know better than to expect good stuff from Kate Bolick or Sloane Crosley anymore. The best essay was the one that convinced me to get the book in the first place, Meghan Daum’s essay Same Life, Higher Rent which you can read online. Several red flags in the introductory piece by Lindsey Mead who sprinkled me with tired and droopy adjectives: “rickety wooden steps” “riotous colors” of the sky, etc. And are women the only ones who turn 40? Not that I’m complaining about not having to suffer through another tale from a male’s perspective, but there’s no mention anywhere about this being so gender specific.