" At first, I found FEAR OF FLYING hilarious. She talks nonstop about sex and analysis, dropping the F bomb like there's no tomorrow, espousing this funny social commentary about life and marriage, a quasi-feminist rant (very feminist for 1973), yet she loves it when men grab her behind (not feminist anyway you slice it). I was started reading it because it was the IT book in 1973. My mom, who would not normally read something like this, for example, read it. She HAD to read it. EVERYONE read it--and so did I, until about chapter 4, when I got really tired of the banter and disgusted by the sexual conquest ensuing between the protagonist and a old, out of shape, sunburnt, pompous ass. And as much as I wanted to like this book and finish it, I just couldn't read any more. So at that point, I read the summary at the end by Henry Miller, found out what happened in the end, and returned the book to the library, following my new mantra: Life is too short to finish books I don't like. "
— Jennifer, 2/11/2014