In spite of the gender specific topic, it's hard to say who this book may have been written for. Few women have the war stories in bra shopping that poor [Susan Seligson] has, and few would be up to sympathizing with anyone who complains that her breasts, "never ceased to render men instantly stupid."

In a truly alarming revelation, Seligson writes, "I felt like a 12-year-old boy." But with 32DDDs.

There's a wide-eyed and surprised contentment to the last two chapters, when Seligson, in her 50s today, writes about how comfortable she is with "the girls."