5.0

I would classify the writing in this book as poetically vulgar, and I loved it for what it was. Keep in mind this was from her personal journals- even though it’s been said it was puffed up a little to please Henry when she’d let him read. The way she wrote about the power dynamics between her and her lovers in the 1930’s was very interesting. I especially enjoyed the psychoanalysis bits.

Also she mentions Proust, Cézanne, and the play Mary Rose by J.M. Barrie so I will have to read more from her in the future because we’d have lots to talk about.