Shrill

shrillI really wanted to like Shrill.  The marketing blurb I read about it made it sound like a feminist manifesto.

I didn’t like Shrill.  It was the author complaining.  Even when I agreed with her in principle I still was annoyed by her.  Rather than being about feminism, it was mostly about her weight.

In the end this felt like a test as to whether I could cave and refer to the author as shrill before I reached the end of the book.  I didn’t, but I was very glad to see the end of the book.