This memoir chronicles the author’s break-up and divorce from another woman and her subsequent return to the 9-5 working world at the age of 60 plus. After moving from a home in the Bay area, the author finds herself camping on friend’s couches and living out of suitcases while learning to navigate a new life among the “beautiful people” in Los Angeles.
Finding herself in despair and consumed with loneliness, she makes a number of interesting choices in order to find friends. Her choices which seemed based more on bending to be accepted for someone she is not rather than her authentic self, left me thinking this is one very insecure woman with a drinking problem.
I came away from the memoir disappointed, but also feeling better about my life because I recently embarked on a new life in a new town as well. My life and experiences have been monumentally different and I am grateful for it. The author’s portrayal of people in L.A. turned my stomach on several occasions. Reading about bikini waxes is about as far from interesting and as disgusting as you can get in my mind; way too much information!
As far as I am concerned, this tell-all memoir may have had merit for the author, but most certainly not for me. Some secrets are best left just that — secret.