This book is about passion and holding on with both hands to what you are passionate about even if it’s an embarrassing addiction to Benedict Cumberbatch. I recently became a mother myself and have felt, like the author, that I spend much of my day doing mom math and taking care of my baby to the point that I don’t even notice that I don’t think about my hobbies or passions. I like how she also points out that you can have any passion you want, be it horse obsession, vampire books (Twi-moms),  collecting rocks, etc. A lot of women are hesitant to share their passions/hobbies and think they are in the wrong when they do obsess over something that isn’t their family but much of that can be blamed by, like many things, sexism and the patriarchy. No one thinks a man with sports banners up in his office is weird but a woman with a Benedict cumberbatch calendar/mouse pad must have questionable sanity.