Soft pick. Glad I read it now, as I emerge from a long period of wintering, rather than in the thick of it. As such, I could relate to much of her perspective. It‘s more of a philosophical meditation than a memoir/self-help book/manifesto (though bits of those as well), which is good for reflection but also means that it feels so removed at times from the actual meat of suffering, which can give it an air of annoying privilege.