This book was fun, and sometimes quite funny, but cutting-edge feminism? Not by a long chalk.
I think it would have worked better as a straightforward memoir, really: to be retitled as "How I Became a Woman." If nothing else, it was a good argument for why it is essential that libraries should be kept open. They are one of the only social levellers that really functions. Moran's family background fascinated me. How did the child of a large, poor, fat, self-educated (this is where the library and avid reading part comes in) family have the guts/ambition/drive to get herself hired as a writer/TV pundit when still in her teens?

Her writing definitely has "voice," but I didn't think it needed quite so many CAPS and exclamation points.

One last thing: I'm not a follower of porn, so I didn't realise that we had the porn industry to blame for the fact that so many young girls/women think that they need to shave off all of their pubic hair. This is one of the few areas of the book which was a bit of a revelation to me, and I thank Moran for pointing out that this is a disgusting and pervy (not to mention painful and expensive) non-feminine development.