This book is just… it’s awful. It starts out as a pretty good spiritual exegesis but evolved into incredibly reductive theology and just plain historyfail. The author’s understanding of medieval women’s roles and opportunities are terrible, and she’s also obsessed with the idea of motherhood as the pinnacle of woman’s experience. And then of course it descends into terrible new age Marian stuff in the final chapter, at which point I was just waiting for the whole thing to be over. There’s also a whole lot of weird elisions of the ways in which the cult of Mary has been used to feed antisemitism through the medieval period, which feels like a weird form of apologism to show up in a book that aims to look at the good and the bad. Likewise, the author’s really into the Protestant reformation as an unambiguous net good for women (minus the minimising of Mary), and I would up screaming a long while about women’s active participation in medieval religion (spoiler alert: they had more chances for certain kinds of participation in medieval Catholicism than they did in early modern Protestantism). I’m getting incoherent here, but this book is just absolutely awful. If you’re looking for something similar but immensely better, Miri Rubin’s Mother of God is an excellent look at ancient and medieval cult(s) of the Virgin, with much more attention paid to the role of these cults in medieval antisemitism. Marina Warner’s Alone of All Her Sex is somewhat dated even by the author’s own admission, but it’s better than this turkey. And if, unlike the author, you realise that medieval Catholicism is more complicated than ‘motherhood and marriage bad, celibacy good’, Clarissa Atkinson’s The Oldest Vocation is, while slightly dated, an excellent look at Christian motherhood as vocation in the medieval west. Any one of those should do you much better than this thing.