Not as exciting as I expected it to be, I think because I had a hard time connecting with the author. I know this is obnoxious of me--and not that this was the only reason I didn't connect with her--but I get kind of impatient with women who talk a lot about how stressed they are because they're so busy making snacks for their teenagers. Look, just don't do it. They can do it themselves. Seriously, every time Sankovitch mentioned her kids wanting food (and it was a lot of times) she also mentioned personally handing it to them (even at the beach, out of a cooler). Just... Oy. I also didn't find myself as intrigued as I thought I'd be by the books she was reading, possibly because she summarized them (including occasional spoilers) and included lots of quotes but didn't really draw the connections that I would have drawn from them. They just felt sort of thrown out there, to be taken at face value, as though the fact that a character in a book said them made them fact. Still enjoyed it just for the premise, which really appeals to me in theory even though I would never want to make reading such a project.