This book wasn't what I expected and I feel like the title is a little misleading. This book started off very strong and I enjoyed what the author had to say about octopuses. She opened with interesting facts and information which I really enjoyed. However, about 1/2 the way through, it crashed and burned. This book suddenly turned from an interesting non-fiction read about these amazing creatures into a memoir of a woman's personal experience being obsessed with octopuses. It was very repetitive, and oddly pretentious. It became a story of personal growth and personal experiences through her love of octopuses. The second half of this book was mostly conjecture, with A LOT of feelings and adjectives sprinkled on top. Not saying there is anything wrong with a book like that.... I have read fact-based non fiction with a memoir twist that I have really loved, but this one just didn't do it right for me. There were a lot of pacing issues, and I honestly felt pretty bored most of the time. There were small interesting nuggets of information hidden through out the book, but the writing style just wasn't for me.