A great book for readers: everyone will find Sankovitch’s thoughts on how books relate to one’s life ring close to home. What was especially interesting here was her juxtaposition of her reading life with her mental life, as reading allowed her time to quiet down and process the death of her sister. All readers who love literature will relate to Sankovitch’s love for books; everyone will also come away from this wanting to read many books Sankovitch details and which may have passed one’s radar or been long-forgotten in a pile somewhere. The one thing that permeated the entire book, and which I found especially classist (as if this book were directed only toward those privileged enough to be in circumstances like Sankovitch’s), was that this is not a book for all people who love to read. This is solely the story of one woman who can afford to live on her husband’s income for an entire year to read a book each day, and to also relinquish her two children to her husband’s care to not “disturb” her book-a-day project. For that alone -- and this is an attitude and sentiment that runs throughout the book, this sense of privilege and socioeconomic stability -- the book may feel alien and too much like an unlivable fantasy to many avid readers who are not as lucky and financially secure as Sankovitch.