Many parts of this book resonated with me, though some made me snort scornfully. The author, who was a screenwriter in Hollywood for most of her career, places far more value on looking youthful than do I. Reading about all the "work" she has had done of her face was certainly interesting, though. There's a lot of good stuff in this book- Jackson's contention that fifty is fifty and it's never going to be thirty rings true. Some of the chapters seemed relentlessly downbeat, though- when her eldest child left home it really was a personal tragedy for Jackson. Some of the chapters were hilarious, like the one about sex toys for the over-fifty set. I'd call it a well-balanced look at what fifty means for many women at this point in time. Recommended for crones like me.