I read this book a long time ago, and I only just remembered that I had (only after seeing this picture). Back then, it was completely out of my league — way beyond what my barely-out-of-college brain could truly grasp. Looking back now, seven years later, I realise how much of a baby I was when I picked it up. The depth went right over my head simply because my mind wasn’t evolved enough yet.

I was in that era of “this is feminism — women can live without men!” and the title alone pulled me in. And yes, I did exactly what you’re thinking: I judged the book by its cover.

I’m not even sure if I should post this review — but here I am anyway.