I absolutely adored this book. I am quite strange and obsessive about those I admire- I like to know their personal habits, their favourite perfume, what time they wake up in the morning, favourite films, books, morning routine, coffee order, etc. Often, I read interviews with people I admire and I’m frustrated by vague questions that don’t offer up any genuine detail. Elizabeth Gilbert, in all her poetic (and equally curious) glory, delivers. “Sylvia was polished, veering on prissy. She lined her sweaters with dress shields and lacquered her nails with clear varnish. She labelled her nail polish bottles—writing “Sylvia” in black marker. From her dorm room to her gleamy pageboy, she kept everything neat, girlish, and scrupulously clean.” Or, “Sylvia wore poppy-coloured lipstick, tanned obsessively, and had a sensual appreciation for line and fabric. She saw nothing exalted about cold-water flats, lentils, and cheap clothing.” Gilbert’s training as a poet is clear—the descriptions of New York, magazine office life, and girlish hijinks are vivid and sparkling—the writing gleams. 5 out of 5.