I’m not a big reader of autobiographies/memoirs as I often find them a bit self indulgent and boring but this one caught my eye. I was hoping for some light hearted anecdotes and familiarities to chuckle away to and it did provide some, a couple of laugh out loud moments and some astute observations of the difference between life then and now, but it just didn’t carry through. It was more humorous at the beginning, mid way became a bit of a disjointed ramble about restaurants, food and the life of a magazine column writer, and ended on a very sobering recount of her parents ageing years which was heartfelt and thought provoking. However none of these bits seemed to fit together - it’s just a disjointed diary. Lovely in itself if you like reading the day to day thoughts of someone else, and probably an incredibly therapeutic process for the author but I needed more flow, more connections and more meaning. Three stars for the smirks at the beginning and the thought provocative prose towards the end but it hasn’t persuaded me to pick up another memoir in the near future.