This has such a great premise: A divorced woman decides to spend a celibate year getting to know herself without the trappings of a relationship to tie her down. Broken into three sections (Italy, India, and Indonesia) it gets bogged down by her whining. Her time in India (in particular) was awfully written with long-winded and unnecessary explanations of her entire experience. It is really the other people that give the book what little life it has. Her “my life is awful, I must find myself” attitude is particularly difficult in the face of her supportive friends and family, strong career, and financial independence. While I understand and respect serious depression and that it defies reality it lacked that ‘spark’ that could made her depression relatable, and thereby moved me (the reader) through her journey.