Three and a half stars. This description may or may not be accurate, but here's how I took it - a young woman who's a little bit of an airhead and bright, funny under-achiever, decides to take a year-long trip through the former Soviet Union countries including Russia, and ride the Trans-Siberian Railroad. In fact she's Russia-obsessed before she goes, having dated and fallen in love with two different Russian men. I read it as if someone who's a little bit like Carrie from Sex and the City - only less well dressed - went to the former Soviet Union. Is she kind of ditzy? Yes. Did she not prepare for most of the situations she'd find herself in? Yes. Does she go on and on about her last lover Andre? Yes. But she's funny, adventurous, and open to experiences. Does anything horrible happen to her? No. Close, maybe, but no! I took it as proof you can go on a trip like this - ill prepared and unable to speak much of the language(s) - but if you're reasonably alert and open to trusting people you feel OK about, you can learn a lot and have a fantastic time. From freezing cold yurts to camping next to an active volcano crater to clubbing in Kazakhstan, to sleeping on couches in Russian apartments, from scary ride sharing experiences to unexpectedly being invited to a wedding, to sleeping next to strangers in the 2nd class car on the Trans-Siberian Railroad, there are lots of fun anecdotes and experiences here, and some actual learning to be had. Sometimes, armchair travel is the best, and certainly during a pandemic. I wasn't looking for a serious discussion of post-Soviet political science, and you shouldn't be either if you're picking up this book; it's also not laugh-out-loud funny throughout, but it's humorous, light-hearted, and self-deprecatingly romantic in a post-breakup way (yes, maybe a touch too much mooning over the relationship with Andre). For me, I'm not sure it's going to be memorable, but I enjoyed it.