In this long plaintive wail that could have been lifted direct from the pages of the Reader's Digest (for which the author has done columns) Mrs. Goodsell regrets. She regrets being the Typical Housewife and ""a card carrying member of the PTA."" She regrets her loss of identity in a world of unlimited choices -- chunky style or creamy style peanut butter? Which lovely decorator color? She hates the relativity of time-- the importance of being last for a lunch date and never first at a party. She loves her husband BUT...a long chapter. She bemoans the fact that ""the modern woman is supposed to be a combination of Lyndon Johnson, Audrey Hepburn and Marmee in Little Women."" Grandma had it good she contests in one relatively cliche free chapter that even makes a new point. And an admitted trend follower herself, she nevertheless lambasts the fix that modern psychologists have put the little woman in, and again regrets--""I think the worst deal of all was my adolescence... In that unenlightened era, becoming an adolescent didn't entitle you to the special privileges of a recognized minority group."" The humor is moderate to mediocre. It's for female fans who want to wring along.