I felt I should read this book primarily because I was a freshman at Yale the same year Joyce was, even though I have no recollection of ever having met her (there is no question we did not move in the same circles). Her description of the one and only year she spent in New Haven did bring back memories, which I enjoyed reliving. I also thought the book, in general, was well written. But I have to say, the book did remind me that there were an awful lot of very strange people roaming college campuses in those days, and Maynard was certainly one of them. Having become more intimately acquainted with her life and way of thinking through her book, I have to say I no longer have any desire to read any more of her work. As far as Salinger goes, I’ve never read Catcher in the Rye, and now I don’t consider that to be a bad thing. I’m sure Maynard’s picture of him is somewhat colored by her own lunacy, but anyone who believes the ‘great man’ deserves his privacy is missing the point - borderline pedophilia demands privacy, but doesn’t necessarily warrant it. Had she written the book sooner, many a parent of young girls would have slept easier in New England for it.