I really wanted to like this book... I have a great deal of respect for Cokie Roberts. There were some interesting facts in there, but unfortunately I found the personal stories, how she so clearly wanted to invite all of us to live the life she had... "see, you can do it, too!"... condescending and off-putting. There was a moment -- in which she was cheerfully explaining that a woman sometimes needs to arrange her fresh flowers in the home at 3am because that's the only available time -- that I finally realized that I just have nothing at all in common with this woman. And she seemed to be convinced that were are all so similar in our womanhood. Maybe it's a generational thing. But despite my best efforts, I couldn't warm up to this book.