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272 pages, Hardcover
First published August 8, 2017
What a tedious read. The writing style is dull enough, but the book is made worse in that it sets you up for disappointment, b/c the material inside is not as represented by either the title, blurbs, or back cover description. Initially this causes confusion, until one realizes the misrepresentation of the material as the source of said confusion.
Primarily though, the problem with this book is that there is really nothing here. This is a lot of grasping at straws by someone who at best seems to be desperately searching for something in the longer-lense of history on which to hang their self-identity. I mean there is a whole chapter about smoking cigarettes. Give me a break. An obviously pedestrian form of young rebellion colored up as something more. One can have the same experiences of community w/ fellows in heroin addiction, alcoholism, or less destructively, just gatherings of people passionate about music, art, or anything else at all. Just go where you passion is, and there you will find your people. Pretty simple concept.
There is a lot of history attached to the female experience and religion. There is quite enough that one does not have to go casting about at air in order to find substantial content worthy of exploration. If that kind of information is what one is interested in, this is not the book in which to find it. If you want to listen to someone blather on, trying to spin webs of nothing into something so as to give some appearance of depth to their life, even though the entire time they are really just talking about themselves (again, in order to give the appearance of weight that does not in fact exist), well then this is the book for you. Or you could just go listen to any over-privileged female who has lived a life of minimal risk go on and on about what great new things they pretend to have uncovered in a life actually devoid of any truly challenging experiences. Basically, this thing comes off as just more bougie bologna. I regret the time I lost to reading it. I won't even pass it on, I'm just going to recycle it & try to move past the irritated sensation that set in from having read it.