I read this book in a single afternoon. This has to be, hands down, one of my favorite memoirs I've ever read. It's so open and honest-- Levy doesn't attempt to paint herself in a better light, or outrageously justify any of her actions. It surrounds her first marriage, and how, while wonderful, the relationship eventually began to corrode until it was no longer stable for either one of them. It's gritty and painful and beautiful, and I was hooked from the very beginning. It's refreshing to read a book that doesn't follow a person's entire life, but rather reflects on a single relationship. I really loved this book, and would recommend it to anyone!