More of a 3.5 for me; interesting saunter through Paris, Venice, Tokyo, and New York (though different amounts of time are spent on each), particularly when the author focuses on tying each place to a woman artist who spent time there. But it's a little too free-floating and autobiographical, trying for a Rebecca Solnit effect that doesn't always hold together here.

I was expecting this book to be about female writers praising the cities they live in. Instead it was an autobiography of the author, who came across as a bit of a spoiled brat. She basically bashed any city other than Paris. 
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informative reflective medium-paced

It started to feel hard to understand the connection between the subject of each chapter, the actual topic of the book, and the author’s own life
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Forgot to bring the book to uni with me 

This is such a wonderful premise, and the writing is strong if you like this sort of thing. And by this sort of thing I mean the reflections of a fairly out of touch white woman with lots of privilege telling you about her wonderful life. I don't like that sort of thing right now so I had to put the book down.