The book had me all the way until the end. When he came home from Paris and started living his life he became like everyone else. He philosophized and talked about his family and became completely uninteresting to me. I didn’t care about his family life, past or present, in the least. Not interested in his idea of childrearing, or anything else. So sorry the book didn’t a few chapters earlier, but hey, it’s his book. And I was so happy with it until then. Now I’m happy it’s over and I’m on to the next one.