This is a book I so badly wanted to like. From the gorgeous cover art to my love for Elizabeth Gilbert to a story centered around a woman working in a theatre, this screams me from all angels. As it turns out, my expectations were too high and my patience was too low. Vivian starts off as immature and naive (as all 19 year olds are!) and she never quite grew up. Two hundred and fifty pages of sexual exploits and booksplaining later, I gave up. And I only hung in there that long because of Elizabeth Gilbert.