Got to 21% and it's just very meh. 

It didn't start off great, the author's introduction and first chapters not seeming to really make sense within the theme of the book, but I gave it leeway - it's a memoir, you have to set the stage, fine. It just didn't get better though. The author seems like a person I wouldn't want to hang out with, I feel bad that she seems to not understand her own children (in multiple ways), and I can't see anything I'm going to get out of this book by continuing on. 

In 1/5 of the book she didn't seem like she was going to end up partaking any wisdom or anything useful in my life, and for a memoir her life seemed impressively boring and not worth sticking around to listen to. (Something somewhat difficult for an American ex-pat journalist married to a British man and living in Paris.) And I'm sorry, just because you say you know your life was privileged, it doesn't make reading about your privilege and the fault you found within it/bits of imperfections less aggravating to read about.