I have mixed feelings about this book! 
 In part, I liked it because it was such a relief to see put into words exactly my own heretofore semi-inexpressible feelings on the subject of having children. Even when some of the authors' exact reasons aren't my own reasons for this choice, I liked seeing their perspectives on the issue. 
 On the other hand, much of the content is repetitive. "I have mental issues and would be a terrible parent." "Women have more difficulty with this decision because biological clock." "My writing would suffer if I had a baby." That last, in particular, might be the common thread throughout all (?) of these essays, and it started to sound a bit silly, as though authors can only be really super successful if they aren't burdened with children. And a few of the essays had a kind of condescending, sometimes vaguely eugenics-flavored tone to them that was particularly cringe-worthy. 
 So, I don't know. This is overall worth reading, with the caveat that it includes a lot of somewhat privileged writerly navel-gazing....