I enjoyed this book tremendously. It's much more than a presentation of memories. Really, it's an extended personal essay in the vein of masters like Susan Sontag and Joan Didion. To be sure, as a staunch second-wave feminist Swan has lots of tart memories about men, but most of the difficulties--even those that must've been painful and angering at the time--are presented with tenderness and compassion. Swan is more than adept at self-criticism--a painful but necessary trait in an author, but especially a memoirist. Yes, she's a feminist, but not an ideologue; she is perfectly able to understand and present opposing points of view or values without ridiculing them. In short, reading this book you are in the company of the most delightful kind of intellectual--passionate, imaginative, and broad-minded, but also level-headed and practical. Swan is such a long-established figure that many Canadians will think they know her pretty well, but she reveals a lot that I certainly did not know. She had (has?) a wild side that was great fun to read about. I highly recommend this book, and if I were a bookseller I'd be pressing it into the hands, especially, of young women. It definitely left me with the sense that, hey, feeling a bit of an oddball is far from the worst that can happen, and a woman--short, tall, or other--is a damn fine thing to be. And suddenly I'm seeing tall women everywhere.