This one started out well, but I feel the author expended all she had to say within the first two or three chapters. It dwindled after that into a dreary monotony - but, to be fair, this is probably an accurate reflection of her day-to-day life. Nevertheless I can't not compare her story with those of other Peace Corps and aid/missionary workers, some of whom have been able to capture much more of the sense of place, and of the people, than this memoir has achieved. Having said that, I admire and applaud all Peace Corps and aid/missionary workers. You've contributed far more to the good of the world in one day than I have in 60 years.