This work ultimately addresses the inherent lack of spiritual fulfillment that came with being a 1950’s housewife. Ultimately, Lindbergh’s approach to achieving inner harmony is quite Buddhist in nature, even though she is inherently Christian, which is interesting.

The author argues that the root of this unhappiness is that societal pressures of the time lead to women lacking the inner conviction for doing and wanting things for themselves. She poses numerous analyses for what she sees as a socially-ingrained problem.

This work in short, is a reflection by a woman on how to achieve her own inner peace and fulfillment. They are her own thoughts. I get why some people love it and others hate it; it really depends on whether or not the reader is in Lindbergh’s headspace or not, which will definitely effect how strongly her preponderances ultimately resonate.

I thought it was okay.