The author of the international bestseller How to Be a Woman returns with another “hilarious neo-feminist manifesto” (NPR) in which she reflects on parenting, middle-age, marriage, existential crises—and, of course, feminism.
A decade ago, Caitlin Moran burst onto the scene with her instant bestseller, How to Be a Woman, a hilarious and resonant take on feminism, the patriarchy, and all things womanhood. Moran’s seminal book followed her from her terrible 13th birthday through adolescence, the workplace, strip-clubs, love, and beyond—and is considered the inaugural work of the irreverent confessional feminist memoir genre that continues to occupy a major place in the cultural landscape.
Since that publication, it’s been a glorious ten years for young women: Barack Obama loves Fleabag, and Dior make “FEMINIST” t-shirts. However, middle-aged women still have some nagging, unanswered questions: Can feminists have Botox? Why isn’t there such a thing as “Mum Bod”? Why do hangovers suddenly hurt so much? Is the camel-toe the new erogenous zone? Why do all your clothes suddenly hate you? Has feminism gone too far? Will your To Do List ever end? And WHO’S LOOKING AFTER THE CHILDREN?
As timely as it is hysterically funny, this memoir/manifesto will have readers laughing out loud, blinking back tears, and redefining their views on feminism and the patriarchy. More Than a Woman is a brutally honest, scathingly funny, and absolutely necessary take on the life of the modern woman—and one that only Caitlin Moran can provide.
Caitlin Moran had literally no friends in 1990, and so had plenty of time to write her first novel, The Chronicles of Narmo, at the age of fifteen. At sixteen she joined music weekly, Melody Maker, and at eighteen briefly presented the pop show 'Naked City' on Channel 4. Following this precocious start she then put in eighteen solid years as a columnist on The Times – both as a TV critic and also in the most-read part of the paper, the satirical celebrity column 'Celebrity Watch' – winning the British Press Awards' Columnist of The Year award in 2010 and Critic and Interviewer of the Year in 2011. The eldest of eight children, home-educated in a council house in Wolverhampton, Caitlin read lots of books about feminism – mainly in an attempt to be able to prove to her brother, Eddie, that she was scientifically better than him. Caitlin isn't really her name. She was christened 'Catherine'. But she saw 'Caitlin' in a Jilly Cooper novel when she was 13 and thought it looked exciting. That's why she pronounces it incorrectly: 'Catlin'. It causes trouble for everyone.
As a female columnist, I can't critique Caitlin Moran without feeling like I'm a busker yelling notes to Hendrix. My notes are useless, and ultimately, she can't hear me. My interest in feminism began largely because Caitlin Moran wrote How To Be A Woman ten years ago, and I've had a career in journalism that largely exists because Moran helped establish a category that made it possible. The cultural debt I owe to Moran is insurmountable, and even though I don't read her so much these days, I still count myself a fan.
More Than A Woman could not possibly live up to the fanfare of How To Be A Woman. The endless jokes about her pussy that seemed radical in 2010 now feel a bit embarrassing, a bit 'Viz', a bit 'Dad at the wedding'. There are times, particularly in the first 50 pages, that the book feels more Live At The Apollo than like the memoir/manifesto she has become so good at producing. However, when you push past that first act, Moran reaches something deeper, softer and higher than the places she went in HTBAW. At it's heart, this book is about the cost of love. The cost of caring. The exhausting of having to always be the person who cares, who loves, and the fact that society hinges on women and our continued decision to love and to care well into old age. Moran's chapters on her daughters are genuinely moving, as are her insights on ageing parents, the failed marriages of those around her, the quiet that comes when girls grow up.
How To Be A Woman was written by a 30-something, but was read largely and cultishly followed by 20-somethings. With More Than A Woman, I predict the same thing will happen: those aged girls, now in their 30s (hello) will look at this as a manual for how to enter the next phase of their lives. And on the whole, I think it will make those lives a little easier to process.
The author and I are the same age and she started the book lamenting about the aches and pains everyone her age is feeling. She particularly focused on a hip pain she had, and I was doing all sorts of internal eye-rolling. And what happened? Not 24 hours later and I woke up with hip pain – serves me right for hip-shaming her.
Only after the first 20% did the book take off for me but after that I loved everything about it. Even if a big chunk is written about and from the perspective of a parent. Seeing that I do not have children I could not necessarily relate but did not find this alienating at all.
This is my 5th book by Caitlin Moran and I really love her brand of feminism and commentary about socio economic issues.
She is a bit crass, a bit in your face and I do not always agree with her on everything (no dungarees are NOT suitable for anyone over the age of 5) but there are some beautiful poignant sections I will want to listen to again.
She not only talks about what it means to be a middle aged woman juggling demanding teenagers, a marriage, elderly parents, but also about what beauty really means, how gender stereotypes hurt women AND men, eating disorders and body image.
This is a witty life affirming book by a woman who calls a vagina by its rightful name, who is not shy to talk about difficult things and who admits that she still does not know everything.
Caitlin Moran writes from her own experiences, and there is usually some common thread that makes it enjoyable for readers from many backgrounds and experiences. This book, however, is probably interesting and relatable if you are a straight, middle-class married woman with children and the privilege of working from home (not Covid-19 enforced). I am not, and round that much of the book was difficult to connect to, and even the humor escaped me. Moran also felt very outdated and privileged in many of her commentaries.
Моран полюбилась многим за свой подростковый мемуар о том, как сложно быть девочкой, и вот сюрприз: женщиной быть еще сложнее.
Я не очень люблю, когда в книгах постоянно и до изнеможения шутят (Эми Шумер, Адам Кей, Кэрри Фишер etc) и потому первые главы не испытывала ничего, кроме раздражения, и чуть было не бросила читать. А потом Моран заговорила о работающих матерях.
Это больная тема для всех работающих и семейных, и если вам кажется, что на эту тему уже все написано, все-таки прочитайте Моран. С юмором, но вполне серьезно она рассказывает, что настоящий стеклянный потолок женщины — это человек, за кого она вышла замуж. Именно от него будут зависеть ваши будущие возможности для самореализации, если вы оба планируете размножаться. Будем честными, забота о детях по-прежнему в основном лежит на плечах женщин, а капиталистическое общество радостно эксплуатирует естественные инстинкты защищать, любовь женщин к своим детям. Пройдет еще десяток лет, внезапно постареют родители — и вот такая мать, жонглирующая семьей и работой, превратится в sandwich carer, и даже если у нее есть братья, то забота о пожилых родственниках тоже, скорее всего, ляжет на женщину, "ведь у тебя гораздо лучше это получается!". Угу.
Другая потрясающая глава — о том, как дочь Моран внезапно заболела анорексией. Как сначала вы утешаете грустного ребеночка и предлагаете ему, разумеется, запить все горести чаем, а потом ребеночек не ест неделями, режет руки, и посреди ночи в больнице вы гладите ее по бледному лбу и с ужасом думаете, неужели она действительно больше не хочет жить.
В общем, взрослая книга про взрослую женскую жизнь. Честная, не приукрашенная. Но местами смешная до ужаса. Очень здоровская. Особенно я бы мужчинам рекомендовала. Женщины и так многое из этого знают.
So here’s the thing - objectively this book is funny and insightful and so well written I want to befriend the author and convince her to narrate my life. But! This is not a community & culture book. This is a memoir because no matter how relatable it is, it casts tooooooo many generalization on what it’s like to be a woman or more than a woman. It’s almost the exact opposite of the X+Y book I read last month. It might be accurate and it is shedding light on certain issues that no one talks about, but it’s not about all women... it describes a very specific type of women: middle-aged, middle-class western, generally straight or straight passing mothers. And that was expected from her precious book in which she makes fun of the miracle that childbirth is while still describing it as a miracle and the beginning of the most important thing a woman can do - be a mother. So, no surprises that after another decade of raising children she writes about it, because they say write what you know and I have no doubt she knows what it’s like to be a mother. So, if you are, like I am, willing to ignore that motive, and read for the sake of learning what it’s like and why you maybe shouldn’t do it, then it’s a perfectly acceptable book, let’s just call it autobiographical humor rather than a feminist non fiction
Lo he leído y me he sentido tan identificada en tantas partes... y he visto a mis amigas identificadas en tantas otras... He subrayado tanto como solo me pasa con los libros de esta mujer. La maternidad, las amigas, la lista de cosas inútiles que tienes en casa, el puritanismo estadounidense, el techo de cristal, la dependencia económica de las mujeres respecto de sus parejas, la belleza vista por una misma y no por cómo nos ven los demás, estar a gusto con tu cuerpo, la sobrecarga de trabajo (de cuidado de hijos, de trabajo de casa) que sufren las mujeres, los problemas de los hijos (angustioso leer sobre el trastorno alimentario de su hija y sus intentos de suicidio), el feminismo, la vida en pareja, los incels (y por qué no hay chicas incels que odien a los hombres porque ellas no tienen sexo), el cansancio, la decepción, los aquelarres de amigas... A veces pienso que Caitlin Moran me conoce y escribe sobre mí, y luego me doy cuenta de que no, de que escribe sobre todas nosotras, madres, hijas, amigas, amantes, esposas, trabajadoras, cuidadoras, monitoras de tiempo libre. Porque, al fin y al cabo, hay problemas universales que solo sufrimos la mitad de la población mundial, esas somos las mujeres.
I wasn't wild about the first chapter or so - it just felt a bit like CM was trying too hard. But I'm so happy I stuck with this audio as the rest of the book more than makes up for the over the top start.
Being the same age as the author, there was so much I could relate to. Although she has a brilliant sense of humor, and had me smiling most of the time, there were also some chapters that had me swallowing back tears, most notably The Hour of Missing the Children and The Hour of "What about the Men".
I loved that More Than a Woman included humor, brilliant ideas and thoughts around feminism as well as personal anecdotes, often funny but sometimes deeply sad and moving.
If you are in your forties and don't mind swearing or some crassness, I highly recommend that you listen to the audio version for a funny, life-affirming and wise look at what it means to be a middle aged women in this day and time.
This was the first of Caitlin Moran’s books that I’ve read. It’ll probably be the last (never say never). With all of the child prodigy mythology that she’s wrapped in, I was quite staggered to discover that her style is stream of uninformed consciousness. You’re trapped in her brain for a couple of hours. There’s no reference to any research on the myriad topics she covers - just her own thoughts on them all. You don’t come out the other side having learned anything. Just a faint feeling that you simply paid to hang out with her for a couple of hours. I’m not used to this approach, and I find it odd that one can publish a book on the basis of being a friendly, chatty kind of person. Like anyone might, she wanders across some interesting territory in the 252 pages; but it’s pretty banal. She tells it like she sees it, as a privileged, white, cis woman. For all of her talk of being a supportive hag, she appears oblivious to the struggles of anyone outside her small world, and has nothing to offer them. This book is definitely for those on the inside looking in.
I cannot be unbiased about Caitlin Moran. She is one of the literary lights of my life. I love this book and her. She is my role model. I'm so happy she exists. I want her to write and release journalism/autobiography/social observation novels forever.
This is a poignant and relevant piece of writing for any woman in their mid-40s to 50s and beyond, and for those who live with them. Or work with them, or drink with them, or (more likely, as the filter thins with age) has had a run-in with them. I’ve followed the work of Caitlin Moran since her earlier works, in addition to the amusing, based loosely on their upbringing, TV series ‘Raised By Wolves’ (no, not *that* one, you’ll have to research with UK TV series added to your search), and as we’re similarly aged, her books do touch a nerve through the ages and stages of our lives. This is in turn funny, thought-provoking, and sad, expecially as she, towards the last third of the book, details her daughter’s journey through depression/anxiety/eating disorder/self-harm (therefore, TW for all of these things advised), and how the family gets through, especially as a mother, watching your child in pain. The latter part deals with the role of women as perceived by society - how we’re the carers (again, society’s lowest paid and barely noticed job), if we’re not caring for children, it’s the ageing parents +/- in-laws, then grandchildren and the partner. That’s not even starting on the associated issues where there’s disability, poverty, life stress, all which the woman must factor into her decisions and plans. She quite rightly points out that the unchilded women are perceived as selfish, because who will look after them when they’re old “You must, brutally, breed your own carers.” A quick retrospective of my life shows that yes, I did the bulk of the child caring, but when I was in our business and my husband at home, he was ‘babysitting’ as the customers referred to it. To which I pointed out that I’m not paying him $20/hour to do what I’ve done for years for free. But do I expect free elder care when I’m in need? They’ll have to find me (and their inheritance) first! Finally, she identifies our support network - our hags. For we are women on the outer of society because we are no longer young (and therefore beautiful), not relevant because we’ve childed already, invisible due to the bodily changes of age, and viewed with scepticism due to our propensity to say what we think. To be honest, companies need to stop emailing me with surveys ‘How Did We Do?’ Because I’ll tell them. So, collect your hags, take time for yourself, and appeciate all you’ve come to be. And await the next life stage from Ms Moran.
This started off well and was often funny, but towards the end it lost steam and became a bit theoretical, but not theoretical in a serious academic way, more theoretical in the way of people who've been smoking weed and think they've come up with a genius solution to save the world. There was an interesting bit in the middle about her daughter's mental health issues, but I felt a bit uneasy about CM writing about this publicly from the POV of this young person's privacy (she doesn't say which daughter it is or even use their real names, but still, it's not hard to work it out...). Elsewhere in the book CM (rightly) bemoans the lack of respect for unpaid caring work, but in another chapter she says no-one should give up work to look after their children (well, there's a quick "do what you think is best" disclaimer, but lots of pro-work stuff) without regard to the fact that childcare & transportation costs can easily add up to more than some people earn, not to mention the difficulties of shift work, not having family on hand to help out, having children with extra needs who can't easily access childcare etc.. In general CM tries to present herself as a sort of "everywoman" without realising that not everyone has a middle class job, children, a husband, a big house that they own... and that lack of awareness gets pretty grating. It's feminism for privileged straight, white women who live in London. And there are some funny bits, but I'm glad I got this on a £1 daily deal.
Oh, how this book hit home for me ❤️ From blithely hilarious at the beginning to heartbreakingly urgent and tragic in parts toward the end, Moran spoke to my heart and soul. Highly recommend to all women 40+ but especially those of teenage daughters.
Caitlin Morani võiks ma mingis mõttes lõputult lugeda, sest tema sõnaseadmisoskus on väga hea, nalja saab palju ja suurema osa teemadega, mis ta üles võtab, suhestun ka päris hästi. siiski, kui tema esimese ütlen-kuidas-asjad-tegelt-on tüüpi teose ("How to Be a Woman") puhul tundsin lugedes pideval, et jah, see olen mina, see oleme me kõik, see on nii õige... siis nüüd kümme aastat hiljem on minu ja tema naine-olemise kogemused piisavalt lahku kasvanud ja kuigi tema elust lugeda on mul endiselt huvitav ja naljakas, siis üldistamised, et "nii see (keskealiste) naistega kord juba on" panevad veidi õlgu kehitama. võin ausalt tunnistada, et minu elu on palju lihtsam kui Caitlini oma!
aga noh. laiemas plaanis räägitakse meile siin lugu sellest, kuidas naiste õlul on ühiskonnas enamus hoolitsuskohustust, kuidas neile selle eest ei maksta ja kuidas see võib olla väga raske ka siis, kui see on ilmselgelt see, mille sa ise valisid (vt ka: suured lapsed, suured mured). kuidas meil on vaja feminismi ja ühiskonna muutmist selleks, et see kõik oleks õiglasem ja et teismelisel tüdrukul oleks üldse mingi... motivatsioon täiskasvanud naiseks hakata. see on küll sedasorti kampaania, mida olen valmis toetama.
need lastega seotud peatükid olid tegelikult ka täitsa huvitavad, sest põhiosas relevantsed kõigile, kes üldse iial mõne teismelise tüdrukuga kokku puutuvad, mitte ainult nende emadele. juttu tuleb nii söömishäiretest ja enesevigastamisest kui sellest, kuidas korraldada, et feministlikus majapidamises, kus igaüks võib end oma riietuse (või alastuse) kaudu väljendada nagu tahab, ei postitataks siiski internetti 14-aastaste alastipilte.
mind ennast kõnetasid rohkem need osad, kus räägiti keha vananemisest (Botox! 10 aasta tagune Caitlin oli Botoxi vastu, tänane on poolt!), internetifeminismist ja sellest, mis saab vananevate vanematega. oh, ja lõpus on täiesti vaimustav pastišš Rudyard Kiplingi kuulsast luuletusest "If", naiste versioon.
There’s not a thing Caitlin Moran writes that I’m not a fan of. So many times while reading f this book I was saying in my head “ YES!!! This is me!!!” Her writing makes me fell less alone, gives me more self belief & just makes me feel damn good about being a woman. Oh, and she is as funny AF.
Me a encantado éste ensayo e marcado tantas partes, fácil de leer sin complicaciones, divertido y me sentí tan identificada en varias partes del libro. Toca tantos temas patriarcado, amigas, feminismo, madres, esposos, familia, dependencia económica, cosas inútiles, transtornos mentales como anorexia y suicidio, sexualidad, vida en pareja, autoestima, tu cuerpo, belleza y mucho más. Te lo narra tan perfecto que te lleva por cada palabra.
Not as good or as funny as How To Be A Girl, nor as insightful. I felt Caitlin had waivered in her original, more bolshy radical feminist principles to suit her lifestyle and for that reason it read more as the autobiography of an ageing celebrity justifying her life choices retrospectively. This book is very much trying to please everyone; a kind of nonchalant liberal feminism. This is no necessarily disagreeable politically, but it isn’t what we came to expect from and love about Caitlin Moran based on previous publications.
Obviously, her writing style remains good and there were funny and tender moments that made it worthwhile to read. Was just, overall, a bit bland and lacking in signature Moran punch, for me.
I'm giving this a stingy three stars for the chapters which read like she's putting the world to rights in the pub, but five stars for the chapters on her daughter's eating disorder, which were very moving. The women she's writing for are mostly married with children (hmm, does that make me less than a woman?), but all the mums I know deserve such a cheerful, sympathetic and frequently outraged champion. And I like the idea of embracing my middle-aged destiny as a Hag.
Es un libro excelente, nos habla de la vida cotidiana de una mujer que realmente podemos ser esa mujer, es feminista, con 2 hijas, y con mucho humor y desenfado, nos habla de temas como el patriarca, el feminismo y la lucha que tenemos las mujeres como es mantenerse joven físicamente sin usar tratamientos extremos...bueno es un libro genial, si eres madre, esposa, hermana, feminista y jovial este libro es para ti 💚 💜 😊
More Than a Woman starts off hysterically funny. I think I laughed out loud at least once every chapter. However, the last part of the book turns more serious as Ms. Moran discusses her daughter's struggles with an eating disorder. Overall, I enjoyed this book and found it to be truthful, relevant, and thought provoking.
Erm…I usually read books like this in a day or two, but I found this one to be a total chore.
I loved her first book, but ten years is a long time, and it appears that I’ve changed, as has she (the Botox thing made me snort, come off it mate!).
Barely any recognition of her privilege, this is a white upper middle-class left-wing mummy book, primarily for other upper middle-class left wing mummy’s. I likely fit into some of those categories, but it left a bad taste in my mouth. Self-congratulatory, it seemed entirely unaware.
The thread of her daughters mental health issues felt really ill-placed with the general theme of the book, and made me quite uncomfortable that she was sharing this information.
I do like a lot about Caitlin Moran, but it appears we’ve grown apart.
A crotchety, shouty middle-aged delight. It’s been a long time since I read a book that made me chortle out loud. Unexpectedly moving too, as in the chapters dealing with her daughter’s eating disorder. I didn’t relate to each and every aspect of the book, but I’m at least partly in her demographic and there were certainly nods of recognition and cries of ‘It ME!’ throughout. And always nice to hear of a fellow obsessive list-keeper.
Gillade hur Moran tar vid sin tidigare bok och beskriver hur det är att vara en kvinna i 30-45års åldern. Drabbande om dotterns ätstörning som jag kunde relatera mycket till med en syster som varit väldigt sjuk i samma sjukdom i flera år. Men även mycket fint beskrivet om åldrande föräldrar.
I seem to be on a tangent of books that speak about strong women, witches and hags, and how we really are the same thing. For some reason, I adore the idea of witches and belonging to a coven but I do reject the word hag.
I felt like the author was speaking directly to my 47 year old self. The chapters about marriage felt so real and I was alternately nodding my head and laughing out loud. The part about reaching a certain age and needing yoga to stand straight was also bang on. Due to doing all the work, I am already shorter and my bad posture has been diagnosed as a syndrome. That chapter hit me as a call to action.
I felt sad that she had to sit beside her daughter while she dealt with a major mental health challenge and I have to say she seems to have provided a sound argument for why so many youth are struggling.
The only part of this book that didn’t strike me as something that I would write is I don’t struggle with my decision to put my kids first. I think it might be because I never had to break down any barriers. I always knew I could make or choose any life I wanted. My not very popular argument is who says what outside of the home work is more important and who decides that the only compensation is monetary. Sure I have given up some career opportunities for choosing to work from home, but the apprenticeship program I have been running for the last 19 years has resulted in the most amazing children and having an opportunity to see them grow both roots and wings is more than any employer could pay.
The final chapters about being more than a woman or what a woman of a certain age need made my heart full. I do feel a graceful space around me and I choose to fill it with passions and people that bring me joy.
"As you get older, you just are a little more traumatized by life, to a greater or lesser degree. You are aware how precious and perilous life and happiness is - you know everything can change in a second...but because you have survived these things you are also ready to deal with them."
Moran still writes witty and funny. She also aims at some really important issues again. In this book it is especially the "dark years" of her teenage daughter who struggled with eating disorder, self harm and depression - and fortunately got through it. It was a bit strange reading about such issues between chapters on how Botox and yoga changed Moran's life and how they are truly feminist (?!) or what clothes a woman over 40 "can" wear. I appreciated the more political chapters and her call for a Women's Union. But I wish this book was more inclusive for middle-aged women who are NOT heterosexual, white, married with kids, a house, a garden, a dog and a group of "hag friends". Sometimes she seems to forget her own class struggles that she wrote about in her earlier books.
Quan compto els dies que falten perquè es publiqui un llibre de la Caitlin Moran és perquè soc conscient que serà una sessió de risoteràpia brutal. Amb “Más que una mujer” no és que no hagi rigut; possiblement és el quart llibre que he llegit que més gràcia m’ha fet (el pòdium està format pels altres tres llibres de la Caitlin Moran), però no és el que esperava. La continuació de la seva autobiografia “Cómo ser mujer” té un to més seriós –comprensible– i reflexiu –molt comprensible– i, sincerament, no és el que busco en els llibres de l’autora. Potser hi té a veure que de moment no soc una senyora (encara que m’encanti dir que sí que ho soc🙄) i que no tinc filles, però esperava les aventures d’una periodista musical, notes a peu de pàgina explicant-me productes culturals britànics, moltes majúscules i molts signes d’exclamació, i m’he trobat amb el dia a dia i els problemes d’una dona molt feminista que té zero preocupacions econòmiques.
M’ha agradat aquest llibre? Sí. Em vindrà al cap quan algú em demani recomanacions? No ho crec. Continua sent la Caitlin Moran la reina del mambo i la tia més graciosa del món? 💃🏼Efectivament, caldrien deu “Más que una mujer” per fer-me canviar d’idea. Llarga vida a la Caitlin Moran i les aventures de la Johanna Morrigan🍻
I wanted to love this book. I adored How to be a Woman; I look forward each week to her Saturday column; and Celebrity Watch always makes me laugh.
But... I’m not sure that I loved this. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Her writing is as witty and brilliant as ever (for example, “To run a household is to feel like a tidal wave of stuff enters the house, every day, that you, Canute-like, are constantly trying to repel, or order, or throw away; only to be buffeted by the next new wave.”). She gives compelling arguments on key topics like why we need to allow men to join us at the table in feminism; the problems with cancel culture; and the societal ruin caused by not valuing care work.
So why am I not singing the praises of this book? Perhaps it’s simply that I am not her target demographic- I am simply not a middle aged woman. But I think it goes further. She writes very insightfully on her daughter’s struggles with mental health, which are fundamentally at the heart of this novel- but I don’t feel that they are her stories to tell. Not in a memoir, where no anonymity (save a loose pseudonym) is granted. Not when her daughter is, herself, a young woman working out how to be a woman. I’m sure her daughter was actively involved, and if Dora (aka Nancy) herself wishes to share her story, fine. But I’m not sure that this is the avenue for such tender, intimate details. Don’t get me wrong: first-hand accounts of supporting loved ones (especially teenagers) with mental health issues need to exist, and are woefully sparse. And I am a big advocate of open dialogues around mental health. No doubt my view is biased; at 24, I am closer in age to Nancy than I am to Caitlin, and over the last decade, like so many young women, I have had my share of mental health difficulties, many overlapping with Nancy/ Dora’s. I am now open about my own struggles, but getting to that place has taken time- and I would still be deeply uncomfortable with someone else writing about it. So yes, perhaps I’m projecting my own situation. But, at times, it felt almost as though she were utilising her daughter’s struggles for the benefit of her book, a linchpin through its centre to create a stylistically polished piece.
I can't even begin to tell you how AMAZING this book is!! This memoir/self help book/feminist manifesto is so wonderful and hilarious and just so, so real.
I laughed through this entire book (and also definitely cried some!) but also reaaaally identified with it. There are a lot of sections about social issues that we just don't talk about but all of it needed to be said. And it was all said in such a real way that I was just nodding my head and saving certain passages to be revisited later. So even though I loved this book as a whole, those sections are why it's a favorite. Because we don't talk about things like how cancel culture is wrong and how men are widely seen as a threat even though not all men are. Even though those are things that really need to be talked about.
So. I REALLY loved this book and it's definitely one of my new favorites. I will 100% be revisiting this in the future and also looking for Moran's other books. But this is one that I HIGHLY recommend! Please read this book!! Personally, I think it's a must read for all women.
Thanks to Harper Perennial for sending a copy of this my way in exchange for an honest review. It was an absolute treat!