I spent all day being mad at this book. Mad that the characters couldn't get their sh*t together. Mad that they were so normal and ordinary and human. Mad that I stayed up until 3 in the morning to finish it and was met with that ending. Really? I mean, really? 
 But in the end, it made me think. It's so easy to go through the day without making one conscious decision about the direction of your life. And you tuck yourself in at night and wake up in the morning and do it all over again. 
 Favorite Quotes: 
 You can't throw your life away because it makes a funny anecdote. 
 Oh, you know me. I have no emotions. I'm a robot. Or a nun. A robot nun. 
 [B]ut she was discovering once again that reading and writing were not the same - you couldn't just soak it up then squeeze it out again. 
 That is what Sylvie Cope is like; the kind of woman who would look perfectly at home with her arms draped around a unicorn. 
 There are conversations Emma no longer wants to have and they all concern babies. The first few were novel enough, and yes, there was something intriguing, funny and touching about seeing your friends' features blended and fused in miniature like that. And of course there is always joy in witnessing the joy of others. But not that much joy, and this year it seems that every time she leaves the house some new infant is being jammed in her face...But there's nothing transferable about the miracle of childbirth, or parenthood in general.