I 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.