2021: So we’ve reached the point in the year where I start reading very random books simply to check prompts off of my Reading Challenges for the year. This one satisfies the prompt “A book published anonymously”.

I first heard about this book from reading [b:The Happiness Project: Or Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun|6398634|The Happiness Project Or Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun|Gretchen Rubin|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1256849491l/6398634._SY75_.jpg|6587328] and it was listed as a recommended book about a woman finding her own happiness. That is an accurate description of what the book is about - it’s essentially a bunch of diary entries from Elizabeth who prefers to work in her garden more than talk to other people.

Here’s the deal - I love talking to people. Elizabeth is a MASSIVE introvert. She hates hosting and she hates “having” to catch up with her friends. She finds any time that she’s not spending in her garden a waste, and really would prefer never having to speak to anyone besides her daughters ever again. We are very different people.

Don’t get me wrong - I’m not rating this book low because I happen to be an extrovert. I’m rating it low because it was a boring book and men (abusive husbands in particular) were garbage in the 1890’s. I don’t feel like it was worth my time and I’d recommend that you don’t spend yours on it either.