Once I got through her childhood and young adulthood—which I never enjoy—I got so much out of Michele Obama’s memoir. She is candid about the choices that strong women still have to make, about the challenges of submerging her ambitions in her husband’s vision (at least temporarily) and in parenthood. It is reassuring to see how she crafts a satisfying life in public service, even if politics would not have been how she would have chosen to do that. (She writes several times that she “hates” politics, and who wouldn’t, the way it is now?) Aside from her struggles with infertility, there are no real revelations here, except for the dignified and respectful way she copes day after day with a life she might not have chosen for herself. She’s a role model for all women.