To paraphrase Hitchcock: Movies are life with all the boring parts cut out. This book is all about the boring parts, but that's ok. The boring parts, where we hang out with our friends, muse on sexuality and the world we live in and ruminate on the behavior of the creatures of that world, comprise the bulk of A Dance to the Music of Time. This is, I assure you, not a boring book. It is subtle and beautifully written, insightful and relevant. I wasn't sure if I would be able to relate to a bunch of posh brits from between the wars, but I found Jenkins' voice accessible, intelligent, and yes, relatable. This is a classic for a reason, and I plan to read the rest of the movements soon.