I just finished What's Age Got to Do with it? yesterday and enjoyed it. I love Robin's conversational style and her ability to draw the reader into her life. She doesn't act like a prima donna, nor is she afraid to tell the truth, unadorned.There's plenty to like:
- It's fun to see behind her professional life, realizing she's a mom and a mother-in-law and a wife.
- The chapter on hormones was extremely helpful. Hmmm, maybe men should buy this book too so they'll understand! I learned a lot about perimenopause, something I hadn't really researched yet. (And to be honest, I really don't want to know, but the inevitable looms. Oh how it looms. Get me some chocolate.)
- I appreciated her tenacity and her commitment to overall health.
- Once again, I realized how important it is for women to take care of themselves. Robin's story about her mom who always gave, but ignored her stress and her symptoms, is a sad one. She lost her mother young--a painful wake up call for those of us who put Mom as the last on the list.
- Since I don't have thick hair, there has never been a time in my life when I've blow-dried my hair for fifteen minutes. So I couldn't relate to this.
- I can't imagine spending so much time putting on my makeup. Seriously, from shower to out-the-door-ready, it takes me fifteen minutes (including drying my hair and breakfast too). I completely understand that if I were to appear on a TV show every day, this would change.
- High heels kill me. Maybe it's because I'm 5 foot 8 and don't "need" them. Or maybe it's that I never learned to walk in them, even after that stint at Barbizon school of modeling. (Slogan: Be a model, or just look like one!) I can't relate. I am so not a shoe horse. I have maybe ten pairs of shoes.
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