This book consists of twelve chapters each of which is a short rambling record of thoughts and actions, though not without thematic organization. They are handwritten words and rough, naive (deliberately so?) paintings. Kalman throws onto the page thoughts about things she reads and sees, family, New York City, encounters, shopping, doubts and fretting... How enjoyable this kind of thing is largely depends on whether the author makes good company, and I would say that Kalman pretty much does. Some of the sections made no impression on me, others brought up interesting connections. I will read it again (that won't take much time) and see if it seems deeper on further examination.