This book caught my attention because I love shoes. Well, I am not as manic about it as I used to be, but I still subscribe too the idea that you can tell a lot about a person by the kind of shoes they wear. Patricia Morrisroe (in my mind I always say her name as Patricia Morrison, the Broadway actress) chronicles her life through her shoe choices, and it’s a great gimmick. I myself, as I was reading this, thought about stages of my life via the shoes I was wearing during these stages in my life. This book is very well-written, and it caught my attention quickly and sustained it. But, let’s be honest here, her life isn’t as extraordinary. I don’t mean that to be insignificant, and I actually got a little emotional at its poignancy towards the end of the book, but in my mind I just thought, what warranted this story to be told in a book?