This was a great story - starting in the 1940s it chronicles the life of a woman with a promising academic career who ends up not fulfilling her own dreams because her husband’s needs come first. I felt it was very much an “everywoman” kind of a tale. Exceedingly well written, sometimes a bit too much so if that is possible; I struggled to pick the book up again after the description of an ectopic pregnancy that brought back way too memories for me (no one ever accused me of being a hysterical woman who was inventing symptoms but it was all a bit close to the bone all the same!). After that I hesitate to say I enjoyed the book, but it was a good one all the same.