You know that thing bookworms do, where they harass their loved ones to read their favorite books until they just do it to shut them up? So I am definYou know that thing bookworms do, where they harass their loved ones to read their favorite books until they just do it to shut them up? So I am definitely guilty of having done that to my husband, and I feel occasionally obliged to return the favor, even if we have very different taste in books. He absolutely loves John Crowley, and my experience reading Crowley is extremely uneven, but what the Hell, I’m always happy to give it a shot. Jason recently finished “Four Freedoms”; I got interested in this one because I don’t often find books about the home front, and I am always curious about the more intimate and domestic WWII stories, so I slipped it in my bag before heading out to the office.
My experience of this one was more or less what I have come to expect from John Crowley: I liked it. The prose is beautiful, the characters interesting and quite unique. But nothing much really happens, and while I kept reading it at a good pace, I was never excited to pick it up.
“Four Freedoms” is about a young man named Prosper Olander, how he lives with his disability and how it leads to him working in a large aircraft factory during WWII. His story connects with those of fellow plant workers, and Crowley spends time exploring how people got to be involved in this kind of work – which paints a fascinating an unusual portrait of America during the War.
A lot of work clearly went into describing and capturing the essence of war work on the home front, something I knew very little about. The bureaucracy, the black market, the rationing… I feel like most books about that era have a strong focus on battles and spies, and it was strangely refreshing to see the mundane and domestic aspect of life during those strange and difficult years. While the title refers to Roosevelt’s speech about human freedom, the story explores that concept in subtle and unexpected ways. We often think of this word in a sentence that sounds like “the freedom to”, but in this book, the characters often really strive for “the freedom from”. Freedom from want and from fear, certainly, but also the freedom from judgment, the freedom from limitations (that may or may not be arbitrary). War work gave opportunities to people who had never had them before, and Prosper and those he becomes close to would have had very different lives in other circumstances. I was especially invested in Connie’s storyline: I had both very high hopes for her, and a great anger at the circumstances that poor woman had to deal with. It frustrates me to know end knowing that women like Connie, Vi and Diane suddenly had access to the opportunities they did because of the war, and that this is how drastic the paradigm shift must have been for women to be find those new doors open for them.
If you are new to Crowley’s work, this is a good place to start, as the subject matter is somewhat familiar and nowhere near as esoteric and convoluted as some of his more famous work. I still prefer “The Translator” and “Little, Big”, but I am still curious to read his early sci-fi work....more
I have been a fan of Kate Beaton’s work for a long time: her brand of literary references and weird humor is right up my alley, and one of her comic sI have been a fan of Kate Beaton’s work for a long time: her brand of literary references and weird humor is right up my alley, and one of her comic strips still makes me laugh until I cry every time I look at it. But “Ducks” is very, very different. It is autobiographical, nuanced, often upsetting and challenging – and explores a Canadian reality a lot of us are not sufficiently familiar with.
Katie studied the subject she was passionate about in university. Unfortunately, that doesn’t guarantee employment anymore, and the reality of her student debts was a heavy weight on her shoulder. So she did what a lot of Canadians from small, struggling regions end up doing: she packed her bags and went to work for oil companies in Fort McMurray, Alberta. The camps are isolated, the work is hard, the ratio of men to women employed there is essentially 50 to 1, and few people have the level of wit and education Katie brings along with her. This setting alone prepares the reader for some of the things Katie experiences during her two years of working at various camps in the oil sands region, but not for every moment she decides to explore. Of course, there is sexism, harassment, sexually threatening environments – but there is also concern for the mental health of everyone working in such a pressure cooker of a place. A lot of room is also given to the struggle of reconciling the idea of working for an industry that causes environmental and social damage on a huge scale, whilst knowing that your other options are even worst jobs that imply you will struggle financially for the rest of your life and never be able to give your family the means by which to get out of generational poverty.
One of the crucial things Katie wonders about is: is it the place that makes good people behave badly, or were they always bad and just better at not showing it in environment where their behaviors and words would not have been accepted. This is an important question, and deserves to be chewed on thoughtfully. The culture of toxic masculinity she experiences certainly hurts her and her female colleagues in many ways, but it also hurts the men who succumb to the pressure to behave in certain ways. This in no way excuses their words or actions, but it must be acknowledged.
I was terribly saddened by a few pages early on, where she is told that being young and pretty, she will have her pick of the men on site, which she shows no interest in – and her understanding that when some of the men there show interest in her, they are not interested in her because they like her specifically, but just because she is a girl who happens to be there. This is an incredibly lonely position to find oneself in at that age, an age at which popular wisdom said you should be meeting people, dating and having fun…
It isn’t all doom and gloom, and Katie forges beautiful friendships and share wonderful moments along the way, but the reality of that type of work is a strange and heavy weight – I am sad to say that big city slickers like me know very little about this topic: we are taught to be firmly against it because of it’s environmental impact and the way big oil has mistreated the Indigenous communities who were located there, but most of us have never spoken to someone who worked there, in the isolation, harsh weather and working conditions.
This book was beautiful, harrowing, moving and educational all at once, and it is an absolute masterclass on what can be done with the graphic novel format. An absolute must-read.
*It must be noted that this was a birthday present from my dad, who is famous for buying me books I end up wanting to chuck in the shredder. This year, he actually paid attention to the wish list and said that this book looked so interesting he got himself a copy, too! Thank you, dad!...more
In the famous words of George Takei, oh my! This little novella was a wonderful surprise! Not that I had any doubt that a fantasy/horror erotic novellIn the famous words of George Takei, oh my! This little novella was a wonderful surprise! Not that I had any doubt that a fantasy/horror erotic novella set in Belle Époque Paris wouldn’t be fun – how could it not – but this one exceeded my expectations.
George Dashwood arrives in Paris with the ambition to be an artist, but he has barely had the time to pick up a paintbrush before a friend takes him to see a show unlike anything he has seen before: the notorious Cécile Dulac, a lovely country girl turned erotic dancer has George instantly smitten. To see more of Cécile, he attends a strange party, where a man hypnotizes Cece and one of her fellow dancers, urges spirits to possess their bodies, and uses the control of the mesmerism to make them perform titillating acts for the benefit of the other party attendees. When Cécile comes to, she can barely remember the evening, but she also begins to lose control over some of her actions, as if her body was not entirely hers anymore and someone else was pulling the strings. George tries to help her, and in doing so, gets caught up in a much more sinister and dangerous intrigue than he could have imagined when he left London.
This little story checks many boxes for me, and happens to be some of the most enjoyable erotica I’ve had the pleasure to read in a long time. It’s a tricky genre: you don’t want to get too clinical, too silly or too exploitative. Antonia Rachel Ward toes that line very skilfully, and uses the period-appropriate dirty language perfectly. And while the whole hypnotism/possession aspect means the lines of consent are blurred a little at times, they are never broken.
I have to nitpick at a few details that kept this sweet treat from getting a full 5 stars. First off, I might be a bit greedy when it comes to all the themes, but I wanted more of this story. Like a good extra hundred pages, more atmosphere and setting building, and definitely more smut. A little more room would have also allowed for more character development, which would have made the story richer. And while I get that there are some genre staples, especially with a setting like the demi-monde of Paris in the late 1800s, the innocent English artist from the straight-laced good London society falling in love with the French courtesan with a heart of gold and smouldering sexual magnetism is just a hair too much of a cliché (a very enjoyable cliché, granted, but still a cliché); it makes the unfolding of some events a bit too predictable. But these are minor quibbles: I enjoyed every page, immediately ordered a paperback copy and I hope that Miss Ward writes many more stories like this one....more
John Langan is one of those writers who never lets me down; even when he’s not at top form, his stories still have enough skill and rich depths to pluJohn Langan is one of those writers who never lets me down; even when he’s not at top form, his stories still have enough skill and rich depths to plunder that I don’t mind at all – and he can write literary horror like nobody’s business! I somehow missed this newest collection of short stories when it came out in May, and compensated for the oversight by buying it, a copy of his newly re-edited first collection and two more books from Word Horde. Apologies to my credit card…
Langan’s more recent collections have always been loosely thematic, but this one more so: the subtitle “And Other Autobiographies” is quite revealing, as I feel this may be his most personal and auto-fictional collection yet. Some elements are recurrent: fishing, Scotland, small towns in the Hudson River valley, childhood memories, loss, fathers and sons. His stories have always touched upon a very personal and human sort of horror (I’m thinking here of his masterful novel “The Fisherman”, which is just as much about grief as it is about literal monsters, or “Sephira”, which is about adultery, and incidentally, a supernatural creature is involved), and these stories follow that style. There are bullies, cruel relatives, teachers who have crossed boundaries, secrets that come to the surface… The supernatural elements are subtle, more weird and existential than gory or openly menacing – which is exactly what I love about these stories. They all feel like something a friend or a relative might tell you after one too many scotches by the fire on a brisk fall evening: you’ll never know if it was the liquor and the darkness that gave you the goosebumps or if it was because every word of the story you just heard was true.
If you have never read John Langan before, I’m not sure this is where I’d recommend you start: “The Wide, Carnivorous Sky” might be a better hook, or the aforementioned “The Fisherman”, but if you have read and liked his work before, this newest offering is worth every penny and should be savored slowly like a fine whiskey. This man is a master of his craft....more
Molly Tanzer pastiching 18th century literature (liberally laced with her twisted humor and weird imagination, of courSomewhere between 4 and 5 stars.
Molly Tanzer pastiching 18th century literature (liberally laced with her twisted humor and weird imagination, of course) is easily one of my favorite bookish discoveries of the year. The other two books in this collection from Word Horde (“The Pleasure Merchant” and “A Pretty Mouth”) were stunning and seriously whetted my appetite for more (or future re-reads). Don’t get me wrong: “Rumbullion” is very close to the other two books in terms of style, content, characters and weirdness – I think it boils down to me being greedy because I turned the last page and got mad there wasn’t more story to be read, more letters between Julian and his guests trying to solve the mystery of his truly odd party and its gruesome consequences. So really, if it loses any star in rating, it’s out of sheer frustration on my part, the insatiable reader who wanted the story to go on forever.
“Rumbullion” is an epistolary novella, the collected writings and correspondence of Julian Bretwynde, and his attempts to make sense of events that took place at a very bizarre party he hosted at his Devon estate. His mother, a rather impressionable lady, invited the mysterious Count of Saint Germain, known to be a magician and suspected of being immortal, to perform for a few guests. These included her friend the Lady Nerissa, Julian’s cousin Vandeleur Welby, his fiancée Phylotha Mallory and her little sister Jessamine, and an old Oxford chum, Cloudsley. But the party also includes another strange guest, who seems to have been invited by no one, and who’s valet, Dionysios, caught the eye of more than one person present, though few can agree on a single detail as to the events that took place the night of the party!
Tanzer’s use of the format is skillful and clever, her characters unique and fascinating – and of course, her exploration of the era’s mores and taboo fascinations is cheeky and riveting. I enjoyed every page, and as mentioned before, would have loved for this amazing and grotesque story to keep going for another hundred pages....more
For seven years, a "Frey & McGray" book was a summer treat I always looked forward to, and while I am happy to see the series so beautifully finished,For seven years, a "Frey & McGray" book was a summer treat I always looked forward to, and while I am happy to see the series so beautifully finished, I can't help but wonder how weird it will be not to have a new one to sink my teeth into next year. I guess I'll have to start re-reading them!
I won't summarize too much to avoid spoilers, but this final volume wraps up the longest standing mystery of this series: what truly happened to the McGrays and why Lady Anne Ardglass is so hell-bent (pun intended) on ruining their family for good.
We see a side of Adolphus McGray in this instalment that we haven't seen before, a softer, vulnerable side, which was both interesting and refreshing. As usual, De Muriel winks at well-known historical events, such as the practice of "body snatching" for supply the medical schools in fresh bodies for studies, and included bizarre scientific facts that will give you the chills. As usual, the pacing is perfect, and kept me reading much later than was reasonable. In other words, even if this book is the end of the great story of the unlikeliest partnership in Scottish law-enforcement, it's everything you could want if you are a fan of these books!
This is a perfect and fitting ending for one of my favorite series. I am so glad I picked up "The Strings of Murder" at the bookshop all these years ago and that it led to this. If you enjoy Victorian mysteries, pick these books up! I will be keeping my eyes open for whatever Oscar de Muriel comes up with next!...more
"Somewhere between Bethlehem and Mecca lay Neom, city of futurity, where fortunes are made, and faiths are lost."
Leave it to Tidhar to write a far-fut"Somewhere between Bethlehem and Mecca lay Neom, city of futurity, where fortunes are made, and faiths are lost."
Leave it to Tidhar to write a far-future sci-fi fable about a messianic robot.
Honestly, that could be the whole review: if that concept doesn’t intrigue you, or if you’ve read Tidhar before and don’t get excited that he explored that idea, I’m not sure what else I can say that should convince you to read “Neom”. It expands the world-building encountered in “Central Station”, with robots, deep space exploration, off-planet colonies, data vampirism and a planet slowly recovering from multiple wars and climate-related disasters.
But Lavie Tidhar is not a hard sci-fi guy: his writing is rich in deeply human emotions and longing, even when his characters are not really humans. In “Neom”, he focuses on a handful of characters who lead ordinary lives at the periphery of a huge, luxurious city by the Red Sea. But their quiet existence will change when a robot walks into a flower market and is offered a rose by Mariam, a woman who works multiple little jobs in the city. This interaction is the spark that ignites a fire no inhabitant of Neom could have expected.
As usual, the settings Tidhar dreams up are rich, beautiful, squalid and romantic all at once; they have a dream-like quality, but also feel very real, which is a fine balancing act on his part. “Neom” is a novella, so we only really get a glimpse at his characters, but I finished the book longing to spend more time with them, to see where they will go from here.
Obviously, I am a huge fan of this man’s work, and I think everyone should read it, but this may not be the best place to start. However, once you have explored Tidhar’s catalogue a bit more, this short book is an amazing addition to an already impressive collection....more
This book was a refreshing surprise. I’ve read quite a few books that bored me recently, whether it was because they came off as terribly pretentious This book was a refreshing surprise. I’ve read quite a few books that bored me recently, whether it was because they came off as terribly pretentious or had un-interesting characters, so finding a simple but very human story, written without any frills or snooty artistic statement, was unexpectedly delightful – even when the story got crushingly sad.
“Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow” is about friendship, love, video games and the way all those things get tangled up in our messy lives.
Sadie first meets Sam at the hospital: she is visiting her sister who is undergoing treatment for leukemia, and Sam is recovering from a severe foot injury sustained during a car accident. He hasn’t spoken to anyone since the accident, but when Sadie sits next to him in the game room as he plays Mario Bros, he begins to finally open up. But as friendships do, this one takes a sudden turn and Sadie and Sam won’t speak to each other for years. They bump into each other in a T-station in Boston and reconnect when Sadie hands Sam a game she has been working on; he plays it with his roommate Marx and suddenly knows that the only thing he cares about doing now, is making a game with Sadie. They embark on this project with Marx as their producer, and Sadie’s mentor as support, and at first it seems like a dream come true. But nothing is ever really that simple or static.
This novel is full of little insightful sentences that I couldn’t help but take a few seconds to underline, because they really captured truths I had experienced first-hand, or seen from very close, but not often encountered put into words in books. I know Sadie irritated some people, and with reasons; she does make a lot of rash and often irrational decisions, but while I would not want to hang out with her in real life, I really felt for her. She was so finely and realistically drawn, very human, very contrary: I have known Sadies, and the best you can do about them is give them a hug, they need it. I was actually much more annoyed with Sam, though just like Sadie, he is only really guilty of failing to communicate adequately. I also enjoyed the non-linear way the story was told, unfolding on how small moments have long-term impacts on people’s lives, how small details can turn lives around so dramatically – even when you don’t realize it right away
Other reviews mention that you do not need to know much about video games to enjoy this book; I am not a gamer, and if anything, I appreciated the details in which they explore the way games are created from scratch, because I really had no idea how this process worked at all. I do wonder how someone who actually knows games very well would enjoy the book, or if they would find it tedious. But the video game aspect is actually not the real focus here: what this book is about is the bond between people who care for each other, how that changes and evolves with time and experience – and what truly loving someone is about. It’s not romantic, if anything, it’s often quite tragic and difficult. But that’s life, I guess! I really appreciated that these characters were unpredictable, confused and infuriating, because that’s much more honest than what I am used to seeing in books about girl-meets-boy.
A fun, moving, off-beat book, with a lot of heart....more
If you’ve known me for a while, you might be aware that I adore Anthony Bourdain. The man, the books, the shows. Everything. Complete head over heels If you’ve known me for a while, you might be aware that I adore Anthony Bourdain. The man, the books, the shows. Everything. Complete head over heels sucker fangirl. I have no delusions though: I know he was far from perfect, in oh so many ways. Weirdly, that had always made me love him more. I think that his fucked up sides made him more human, more endearing. When I heard about this book, needless to say that I immediately pre-ordered it.
I’m not going to pretend this wasn’t rough to read at times, but the truth is that while I thought I couldn’t fall in love with Anthony any more than I already had, this book proved me wrong, and as soon as I was done with it, I went a binged a few episodes of “The Layover” and “Parts Unknown”. Even after devouring every book Bourdain has written, I learned new things about him in these pages. He really was a unique combination of charisma, social anxiety, bravado and deep vulnerabilities, and it is incredible to look back at his work and see the huge influence he had – certainly on food culture, but on culture in general. I may still be swooning, but I do believe he made the world a better place.
The things his daughter had to say were very moving, and I really appreciate that she felt comfortable talking about her father with the whole world the way she did. The last few chapters definitely had me reaching for tissues; it has to be noted that Asia Argento was not involved with this book at all, and that no one who was has anything truly nice to say about her, but there is no airing of dirty laundry – just many friends who were worried about Tony and who felt like he was in over his head.
An absolute must-read for fans, a very beautiful and intimate homage to a great man....more
This strange and fascinating work of auto-fiction is unlike anything I’ve read before. It’s sharp, funny – in that very dry British way – but also verThis strange and fascinating work of auto-fiction is unlike anything I’ve read before. It’s sharp, funny – in that very dry British way – but also very sad. The cruelty and heartlessness endured by Winterson’s alter ego was crushing to read about; I find stories of bad parenting, especially those involving fanatical religious sentiments, to be especially devastating.
Jeanette is adopted by a fanatically religious mother, and a mostly aloof and absent father. For many years, life amongst her mother’s community of fundamentalists and missionaries is all she knows: when she asks questions, she only gets evasive answers, she suffers from horrible neglect and is never shown any kind of affection by the people who bring her up. It is only once she has to go to school with other children that she realizes that there is something off about her upbringing. Eventually, she falls in love with one of her converts, Melanie, something her congregation strongly opposed and condemns as a sin. But Jeanette can’t accept that the love she feels is wrong…
I am not a fan of religious fundamentalism, and I do take a certain satisfaction in reading any book in which people who take their religion that seriously are described as behaving monstrously – few things strike me as more abhorrent that rejecting a child who simply wants to be themselves because that goes against whatever lunatic nonsense a person has been indoctrinated in. In that regards, I sympathized with and rooted for Jeanette: I wanted her to get out of there and go live life on her own terms, and even if there is a bittersweetness to the conclusion, it was satisfying. However, I am clearly not the only reader who felt like the introduction spoils the book: the pretentiousness that oozes off those few pages gives the rest of the book an after-taste of bitterness that the clever writing and interesting structure can’t quite manage to make up for.
I hesitated between 3 and 4 stars, and finally decided to round it up, because it was better than the other Winterson book I read. That said, I’m not sure I’m interested in reading more of her work....more
Eh! This was entertaining, but also repetitive and fairly predictable. I also found there is a certain amount of presentism which grates me in historiEh! This was entertaining, but also repetitive and fairly predictable. I also found there is a certain amount of presentism which grates me in historical fiction.
Henry Hamilton went to the small coastal town of Tidepool, Maryland, to explore the possibility of developing the area into a resort town. But he never makes it back home to Baltimore, never even sends a message to his father or his beloved sister, Sorrow, to let them know of any delay. Convinced that something terrible happened to her brother, Sorrow decides to go to Tidepool and try to find out what happened to Henry. What she finds in the strange little isolated community is odd, to say the least: a little fishing town that seems inexplicably protected from bad weather, yet everything seems shabby and dark, people refuse to talk to her – or even acknowledge that her brother was there just days ago. Just as Sorrow begins to think that coming to Tidepool was a bad idea, a dead man’s body washes up on the beach, and soon, there is no way for her to go back home…
This is a debut novel, and it shows: there’s a lot of enthusiasm, but Willson didn’t really make the ideas her own or polished. The novel reads fast, but I feel that that was mostly because repetition and short chapters were used where pacing should have been. I appreciate what she was trying to do: Lovecraftian weirdness, a dash of “The Woman in Black”, period-appropriate head-strong heroine… Those are all cool things, but they need atmosphere to really stand out, and I just didn’t feel it.
I succumbed to the hype with this one, and I am not sure how to feel. My opinion of this book is clearly an unpopular one: I am quite able to recognizI succumbed to the hype with this one, and I am not sure how to feel. My opinion of this book is clearly an unpopular one: I am quite able to recognize that this is a sweet story and has a valid message (let women be whatever they want when they grow up!), and I love stories about nerds and cooking (being a nerd who loves to cook, and all), but a few elements in this book were really off for me.
Elizabeth Zott is a chemist, which is not an easy thing to be when you are a woman who is smarter than all your male colleagues in the 1950s. She is not taken seriously by her colleagues because she doesn’t have a PhD and because they find her attitude insufferable. One day, she takes beakers from a famous colleague’s lab: Calvin Evans is a notorious grudge-holder, but he is charmed by the unusual Elizabeth, and very soon, the two fall in love and start building a life together. Alas, their happiness is short-lived and Calvin dies, leaving Elizabeth a single-mom, a situation which unexpectedly leads her to a career as a cooking show host. She doesn’t think much of the job at first, but she ends up making a bigger difference than she could have ever expected.
Sigh.
The characters are really interesting, and Elizabeth’s unexpected journey was fun and moving. But the writing was average at best: I never got a sense of atmosphere, or feel that this was taking place in the 1950s and 60s (despite the text frequently reminding us that hey, this is the 1950s!). Because of time the story is set in, the feminism feel both righteous and ham-fisted: we know those years were just rampant with misogyny, that women were denied many opportunities men took for granted and that sexist double-standards were applied to basically everything. But Garmus’ need to underline this with a thick marker at every opportunity can feel redundant and anachronistic. I agree with her that all these things were terrible, but Elizabeth’s expectations that people admit to being sexist pricks and immediately change their behavior was not realistic for the time her story is set in. Fucking hell, it's not even realistic today! Her feelings regarding changing her name if she gets married, for instance, are perfectly understandable by today’s sensibilities, but I am not sure they would have been a realistic point of contention in the 50s. Elizabeth is undoubtedly a gifted scientist, but I couldn’t help but get the feeling that this was not as relevant to the story as her looks and quirks, which were much more emphasized. Granted, I haven’t met that many chemists, but I’m sure they still simply refer to salt as salt when they are cooking. I do, however, know many people on the spectrum, and even they try not to be as abrasive and oblivious as Elizabeth can be when it comes to basic social skills.
I also felt like this book could not quite decide what it wanted to be. Is it historical fiction or a romantic comedy? Because the tone get confused between trying to be funny and cute and trying to address very serious issues in their historical context. You can’t quite mix “Mad Men” and “Down With Love” and get something coherent. The result feels like too much telling over showing, and many of the set-ups feel a bit far-fetched. This makes the book feel stiff and inorganic.
I think that Six-Thirty was my favorite part: I am guilty of anthropomorphism when it comes to pets (my cat has a wide vocabulary of meows and chirps and she makes herself understood easily, so I assume all pets are like that), and I tend to like them more than humans anyway, so this dog struck me as the most reasonable and fun character. I also really appreciate that this book has a strong message about the validity of chosen family: this is something close my heart, and it’s always nice to see it validated in fiction.
This apparently going to be a TV show with Brie Larson; I’ll reserve judgment on that until I see it, but one’s hoping for a little improvement on the source material....more
I won’t attempt to summarize this book, and simply say that everyone who picks it up will learn something, or think about things a slightly different I won’t attempt to summarize this book, and simply say that everyone who picks it up will learn something, or think about things a slightly different way. This book is an accessible guide to the idea that sexuality is not something that happens in a vacuum, it is part of a much larger cultural and social picture. It is very progressive, left-leaning and obviously sex positive. It is also not a sex-ed guide in the sense that it doesn’t discuss the biology or mechanics of sex, but rather seeks to expand understanding of sex’s significance and the mutual influence between sexuality and culture and society.
I freely admit that politically speaking, this book preaches to the choir with me, and that the philosophy of fluid sexual identity and removing the moral weight from the concept of “normal” are things I strongly agree with. I did find a few points very idealistic, and it is more broad than deep about some concepts, meaning that readers interested in some specific subjects will have to dig through the book’s recommendations towards more specialized resources. But it is nevertheless eye-opening, and sparks the conversation about many topics in a non-judgmental, non-threatening way – which is how all talks about sexuality should be approached, really.
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