Think consciousness-raising meets epistolary novel — I loved it, and was already in love by page 2. The story plays out through a series of letters among four women, exchanging intense missives about feminism, life, and each other. The kind of deep conversation inspired by passion, a pen and lots of paper. Jane — I loved Jane, from her unrepentant politics to her silk blouse. Amy I appreciated, though I wouldn't agree with her on many counts; she offered such a solid, supportive presence. Frances saddened me, and I know more manifestations of Frances in my life than I can count. I know a few Janes too — but no Amys, though the world could do with some more Amys and fewer of Frances (and no Jims). Meg — I liked Meg, loved her defense of Jan, understood her reservations, was thrilled when she fell in love. I was suspicious of Tim, regardless of what Amy might say. Simon I could have done with less fuss about; though, as the characters make clear, he can't be willed out of existence. I'd love to find more novels like this — of women, together, grappling with the tough questions of what liberation can and might and should mean. ★★★★★!