I give up!

The publisher’s description of this book is misleading. What you’re expecting is something a little more essayish, and instead what you get is some seriously theory-laden gobbledegook doublespeak tripe. Ms. Wurtzel is simply regurgitating old ideas and the whole thing has a very “boo-hoo” feel to it.

It’s not about difficult women at all. It’s about history’s PERCEPTION of what difficult means. Good luck finding anything substantial amidst all this fluff and fodder. As for me, I’m bored out of my skull with trying.