This was okay, but it wasn't what I expected. I knew it was a memoir, but based on the subtitle, I thought the author would find some way to generalize her experience to a broader context. She didn't really do this, and ultimately I lost interest in her story. I only read about half of this. (Maybe she offers more general thoughts about the role of objects in our lives, in the second part of the book- but I wasn't interested enough to bet on it.)

I hope the next reader enjoys it more!

To be released inside the Little Free Library, sometime in the morning on October 4.