I started this reading this book uder the impression that it would be a REALISTIC view of a slightly 'older' woman searching for true love. Instead, it reads as a catalogue of a bed-hopping tramp's conquests as she moves from the US to India. If she were a decade younger her exploits could be forgiven as naivity, but as a woman approaching 35 her methods of 'snagging' a husband are simply ridiculous. I am also astonished that a Harvard graduate could write such drivel; and that it's an autobiographical account is even more incredible.
Do not read this book unless you are prepared to yell yourself hoarse at the pages. Dreadful.