I think I might have enjoyed this book if I was twelve. I am not.
The premise is that the book will help young women navigate today's problems by asking, "What would (insert strong women from the past) do?" But often there is no connection between the "life lesson" the author is trying to impart and the woman in question.
Consider this. The first chapter begins with:
"Tired of being talked over in meetings? Of having your patronizing boss bropriate your ideas and present them as his own?"
A little further down the page, the author delves into Boudicca's story, and says:
"The Romans took Boudicca's kingdom and, according to their historian Tacitus, raped her daughters and flogged her. Instead of being cowed by this vile outrage, or simply accepting the inevitable sexual violence women endure in war zones, Boudicca set the world on fire. She led a full-on revolt in 60 or 61 CE, mercilessly burning the key settlements of Colchester, St Albans and London to the ground, slaughtering their citizens, both Roman and Briton, and seriously diminishing the crack Ninth Legion... The offenses against Boudicca are clearly far more serious and unforgivable than not being given credit in your workplace, but her emphatic response is something to be emulated, albeit with slightly less disembowelling and arson. Next time someone's stealing your sunshine, make a claim for what's yours and refuse to be disrespected."
What the fuck? What kind of logical acrobatics did the author have to perform to link the two?
This would have worked better if it was simply a collection of biographies of women for young women. The tone would have worked for younger readers who know nothing about these women in the first place.
Instead, we have this self help drivel, which makes it utterly unsalvagable.
To be fair, I don't read self help, but have been delving into it for a project at work, so maybe I was never the target audience. Still, this was just a waste of time. DNF.