Title: G. Roth's self-involvement is getting boring.
Product review: I learned a lot from Ms. Roth's previous books, but except for a few select chapters (the best was about her first editor), this book was incredibly narcissistic. I don't care to hear how many fireplaces Ms. Roth has in her new house, the tiffs she has with a friend (another well educated, got everything YUPPIE), and if she does decide to have a baby after decades of blathering about the reasons to not have one, PLEASE DON'T WRITE A BOOK ABOUT IT! Enough. Ms. Roth is starting to remind me of an incredibly self-absorbed 5-year-old. The people who inhabit her world are only there to compliment her existence. I'm glad I don't know her personally. Being around her must be an energy draining trial.
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