I just finished reading this book. I was drawn to it because it is about a relationship between a mother and adult daughter. And I have to say that part of the book is lovely and I look forward to one day having a similar relationship of respect and discovery with my daughter. 

I also found the book eye opening. There seems to me to be a lot of melodrama for both the mother and the daughter with respect to their searches for vocation and identity. It reminded me of the now disputed fairy tales or the line from Jerry Maguire that everyone scoffs at: "you complete me." But I feel that instead of a prince, we are looking for an "identity" to define and complete us. Recipe goes as follows: 1. Go to distant lands 2. take yourself very seriously 3. angst, struggle and depression (underworld) 4. rise from the ashes with fabulous sense of who you are and what you do.

Is the creation of your image any more noble and complete you more than finding your prince?

I am reminded of a line I recently heard Jane Fonda say. "Be interested, don't worry about being interesting." Any thoughts....