Perhaps my timing on this book was just perfect. I was the right age, suffering from some of the same doubts, and facing some of the same demons. I found it enlightening and brilliantly presented. It stuck with me, which is all that you can ask a great book to do. ( )

In ways this is the kind of book that I don't like - one in which the author is self-absorbed and makes everything about herself so that the reading of it is tedious and boring. But even though there were some such passages, the book led to a woman who views life as a personal, reflective adventure, with interest in exploring from solitary moments to a solitary life. The German Shepherd pup provided balance to the navel contemplations, and was actually why I started reading the book. I gave the book to my mother to read, although I don't know if she ever did; she hasn't mentioned it and I forget to ask. I am just starting Koller's 2nd book (Stations of Solitude), after a nearly 8-year hiatus from this author's work. ( )

Interesting account of a woman who's been running from life, finding herself at a real crossroads regarding how (or whether!) to go on. The Nantucket angle was a bit overplayed for me as she only spent 90 days there, and her nickname of "Timmie" is introduced so abruptly I thought for the next couple of pages someone else had joined the conversation. One of those books with a payoff at the end, after a lot of "where's this heading?" details. ( )