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Good book, bad mystery

Thesis not particularly supported, but interesting vignettes.

I thought the parts about her childhood in the Bronx were very compelling and novel-like, but the unending cliches, gratuitous nostalgia and self-back-patting made it hard for me to finish. “How Great I Am” might be a more appropriate title.

Starts stupid. I ended up liking it a lot, but the first few chapters read very self-involved, and are sorta weirdly less well written. But stick with it!

This book should be called “The Assholes Abroad”.