I really took my time with these essays, partially because, like a good meal, they deserve to be savored, and partly because they're also just a lot. This is, of course, a criticism leveled at women early and often, but here I mean it with tenderness. The author shares so much of herself with us—her salty humor, her acidic anger, and her unquenchable hunger—that to fail to see the depths is a disservice.