The write-ups I’ve seen on this book seem a bit misleading. Sybil is a 70 odd year old woman who seems to glide through life completely unaware of how her general assumptions are classist in the least and offensive at worst. However, her most redeeming characteristic is that when called out on her BS she is contrite, honestly apologetic, and reengages on a more human scale (eventually). Told through two decades of correspondence we watch her learn and grow in spite of the adage that old dogs don’t learn new tricks. The writing is impeccable and a MC this flawed feels authentic. But I didn’t like her…not at all. And so I didn’t feel sorry for her. And that got in the way for me.