I have met some very nice men, though I have had just as many dates that sent me running home, bemoaning the fact that I’d bothered to put on mascara or wishing I could crawl out of the bathroom window in a coffee shop.
Pogrebin raises the most central questions about coming-of-age. Who am I? What do I owe my parents? What do I owe myself? Must I live the life others could not?
