The last half contains quite a bit of golden literary analysis, when Tatar hits her stride and focuses on the literature as opposed to the psychology or attempts at cultural study. It's intriguing, thought-provoking, and will doubtless stir up some nostalgia for the reader's own favorite stories from childhood. If the reader can make it that far, of course. Unfortunately, the first half is terribly, unbelievably, choke until you die dry, and her superficial, grossly generalized, and rather misinformed stabs at the psychology of children led to more than one moment where I thought, "Has this woman ever even met a child?" Too bad, really, because if she had cut out the first hundred or so pages, this would have rated much, much higher.