This is an odd book to review. I substantially agree with the thrust of her argument, and she delivers her ideas couched in sensitive and insightful discussion. The book is clearly a product of the distilled wisdom gleaned over decades of study, reflection, and experience. And yet it is precisely the subtlety and fair-mindedness of the work that lends it a kind of slippery character; there are many beautiful passages that incisively describe the issues but, oddly, they simply aren’t memorable. Subtlety, comprehensiveness, and fair-mindedness can, and in this case have, faded into vagueness; the undoubted wisdom of the author doesn’t land with much impact. The thrust of the argument seems to be that desire connects us to God and to other people, and that traditional limitations on desire and self-definition have been oppressive, but that nevertheless commitment is valuable and self-definition is ultimately illusory and somewhat futile. So what do we do? How do we define excess, harm, or disorder? These questions are not answered in any detail.