Pretty torn on this. This book has some phenomenal feminist prose that discuss the contradictions in femininity and intimate experiences of womanhood and I did think it was fantastic in places. However, it also very heavily dips itself into surrealism and in places is incredibly difficult to follow. If you dig beautiful prose and don't mind difficult to grasp, contradicting allegory then absolutely give it a read. It has some very relatable and intimate exposition that make you strongly empathise with the pain Penelope Mortimer was going through at the time of writing. But if you're looking for a more structured and easier read, one of her other books may be more appropriate.