I bought this book thinking that it would be an insightful look into the idea of free, spontaneous living. Instead, it is an inches-deep tale centered around the spoiled author and her complaints. Am I the only one who can't STAND it when women call themselves princesses? Are there any other females who cringe at the attitude of entitlement and selfishness that comes with this life-view? I came away from this book feeling angry that an opportunity like this had been wasted on the wrong person. Save your money if you're looking for any revelations.