There's a really good book sort of encased in other things here. The really good book examines female curiosity across the Victorian novel, arguing--unexpectedly, and convincingly--for the centrality of the Bluebeard myth to Victorian culture. (E.g. curious girl marries man, becomes more fully-fledged person by entering his secret room, where she finds something dreadful.) You can imagine how this maps onto the marriage plot, but probably never noticed how frequently this story gets referenced, by name, in Victorian texts. When it's reading Victorian novels, the text is sure-footed and intriguing.
And then there's the other material. The book seems hell-bent on cramming in references to contemporary novels, television, whatever. Mostly, there is a kind of Victorianist backhanded compliment: Victorian novels get sustained treatment, while everything else for the most part gets a paragraph or two. Without sustained discussion, hardly-more-than-offhand references to things like Joss Whedon's "Dollhouse" make this this the are book published in 2013 that seems, as of early March 2014, kind of outdated. Without more work on this television series--and on other books--I found myself sort of lost whenever they came up. Also, although the book often makes reference to John Stuart Mill and other contemporary political philosophers, it occasionally fails to engage with these at any length, either. There's even a point where a character from DIckens' novel "Hard Times" is said, "really" to in fact be Mill himself; this seems a limitation both of the character and of Mill (189).
Finally, the book suffers from that "mission creep" that a lot of academic novel studies present. In an argument that is never really returned to in depth, the first chapter claims that the book's subject "is not only that without curiosity there would never be any such thing as the realist novel, but that it was the novel that brought the modern feminist subject into being" (2). After reading, I am resolutely convinced of the first point, but still find the second point problematic. By what mechanism could we imagine this process happening? Why does the book take on such a burden of proof? However much this book thereby speaks to the mainstream of Victorian Studies, I can't imagine that such moments would prevent people working in other disciplines from taking it seriously.