I think this book suffered from too many elements. What could have been a fun, insightful HF became a jumble of story threads. You can almost see the different directions Lee could have taken the story in. Is this supposed to be a love story? A suffragette book? Culture clash novel? A book to inspire young writers? Is Jo a writer or a milliner or a jockey or a long lost daughter? None of these options were explored thoroughly, so it felt like she was trying on different identities for size.

I liked Jo, but felt like she was unrealistic and a bit precocious.