It is nice to read a fairy-tale retelling that is actually a fairy-tale retelling, rather than just being marketed that way to lure people like me into buying it.
Wow, this is the least charitable rendering of feminism ever, so why am I enjoying it so much?
Does any woman really have hairy ankles? And why of all things for the narrator to care about…
Why have I never worked at one of those colleges where the department heads get top-floor offices decorated in velvet?
Plus with a view through the skylight of the figure drawing studio…
The narrator goes from ‘men are potential rapists’ to sex in 60 seconds flat.
She also goes from ‘dowdy whatsit’ to ‘professional model’ in 60 seconds flat.
You can’t say this book is slow, that’s for sure! I’m having fun so far and am not likely to write a more substantial review later.
