Review:
`An intriguing self-portrait of a thoroughly interesting person.' --The Times, January 18, 2011
`Like Montaigne, the essayist on whom she modeled her early attempts at writing, she elevates naval gazing into something beyond self absorption' --Daily Telegraph,
`An intelligent discursion on what it means to be a no-longer-youthful female in a world obsessed with staying young ... Her thoughts are refreshing, provocative and a pleasure to read'
--Metro,
`I loved this book so much I gulped it down in just two sittings... Jane Shilling is a peerlessly elegant and evocative writer' --Mail on Sunday
`Shilling is brave and endearingly frank' --The Scotsman
`She writes beautifully. Her perceptions are acute, her imagery memorable' --The Sunday Herald
`Imagine Montaigne as a thoroughly modern unmarried mother and freelance journalist living in south London... Everywhere there is detail, and nuance, and care about others, and about words' --The Guardian
`Shilling is a gorgeous writer and there are chunks of this book that I would happily steal... If this woman wrote a novel I would buy it in a heartbeat... Shilling puts the ageing process under the microscope and, as we read, we squirm' --The Observer
`Shilling's style, dashingly cavalier and artfully artless, bubbles with wit and brio. Never was a lament less lugubrious' --The Independent
'This `memoir of middle age' shuns self-pity and bubbles with wit. The gap between soaring mind and sluggish body becomes a source of rueful comedy' --The Independent, I
Book Description:
A remarkable and poignant memoir about one woman's attempt to understand middle age
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