A courageously honest meditation on her partnerless life, and her inward and outward search for all the things a soulmate was supposed to deliver ... There is plenty of catharsis in Key’s language, but there is celebration in her discoveries also.
Key ruminates on society’s tendency to treat romance as a luxury in much the same way that certain people view tampons ... Key gives herself grace, recognizing the utter humanness of her own thoughts, which in turn extends grace to any reader for whom her words resonate.
Key uses Mitchell’s seminal work as a magnifying glass for her emotions and experiences as a single woman ... By embracing a vulnerability that matches Mitchell’s, Key reveals the full spectrum of human feeling with words honed as carefully as poetry ... It’s a window into the way one woman has moved through a world that’s quick to define women by their relationships.
An intimate, idiosyncratic look at single life ... Filled with lyrical turns of phrase, this insightful take on living solo will appeal to poets, dreamers, and anyone marching to the beat of their own drum. It’s a lush and moving memoir.
Though some of Key’s issues are relatable... many are tedious and excruciating ... The author writes well about Mitchell’s music, but many readers will be uninterested in the dull story of her not becoming a single parent and the dreary scenes from her solo vacations.
