An accidental nonfiction read, Pamela Druckerman’s There are No Grown-ups talks about coming to terms with aging. From the first few sentences of the book, you already know it’s going to be an entertaining read, but I had some issues with it.

The first part reads as if she’s just using the book to informally talk about her research, and there’s barely any personal insight. And then it pivots into all personal insight and barely any research. For a memoir, I would have preferred more personal insight with sprinkles of research throughout the book. I’m reading to get to know the writer because, if I dedicated some time to research, I could probably do it myself.

At the end of the day, it was a short and fun read. I like the idea that everyone is still figuring it out, even at 40 years old. Pamela Druckerman is a great narrator, and I feel like it would be fun to chat with her over coffee.