Normally, I tend to avoid memoirs at all costs. Often I find them to be either overly self aggrandizing or too much of a pity party to fully enjoy. I picked this one up because, like the author, I too spent some time in Australia. The book was less travelogue than I anticipated, but I appreciated her revelations about the relationship she has with her mother and how it is constantly evolving. It was a very quick read, too.