Finally, a book about menopause that doesn't fill me with rage. Instead I am soothed by Darcey Steinke's focus on naming the visceral reality of menopause minus the pathological viewpoint. I'm inspired by her dedication to researching what she finds herself curious about, by how she follows her whims. Menopause has been denigrated as a "deficiency disease," by (primarily) male doctors who have pressed hormone pills into our sweaty palms, promising they're the ticket to youth, good health (damn the statistics on increased breast cancer, etc.), and being loved. This book offers a vision of traversing "the change" unmedicated: as an adventure, a leap of faith, a transformation to explore.