I read The Cost of Living earlier this week. I tried to wrestle myself out of my extensive reading slump and lack of books that really speak to me. This book helped. It was one of those I gulped down in a day or two. I loved the writing style and the storytelling. It was crisp and presise in a way that also made me feel safe and familiar following the authors narration and life experiences.

The book is the second part of Levy's Living Autobiography, pulling from the authors divorce and how her life changed as a result. It also tells a story about the small erasures of women in everyday life. A wife don't have a name. A mother must play her role. Gender expectations and the many ways a divorce breaks with them. Loved it.