I picked up this book after reading the first part of an unfortunate book that was supposed to be based on Anne Morrow Lindbergh's real life. Helpful commenters made me aware that Anne's own journals were published and were a much better read. I checked out this book, unaware that it's the journal of Anne's daughter more or less waiting for her mother to die. So prepare yourself for a bummer, if you're reading this. The writing style wasn't my favorite, and the narrative had unintentional aura of extreme privilege. To have a staff of people who wait on your ailing relative all hours of the day is so much more than most people can afford. I think the vast wealth and multiple houses kept me from being able to really connect to the story. The quest continues for Anne's actual journals.