I am a former stay-at-home mom who has given up her hopes and dreams of becoming a professional reader. I now spend my days showing small children how to play games on computers. Right now I'm living vicariously through my 9 year-old who is reading everything she can get her hands on.
On the heels of millions of women world wide, coming together to protest the fact that women are still treated like some sort of inferior species of unknown descent, I picked up this novel. I adore Maggie Hope. She may be a little anachronistic at times but I'm will to let it slide. Partially because she's a redhead and us redheads have to stick together. Mainly I let it slide because of events like yesterday. A fictional Maggie Hope was fighting nearly 80 years ago to be given rights many women still don't have today. All I can think of is the various images of women carrying signs that read "It's 2017 and I can't believe I'm still protesting this shit." Hopefully I won't have to see pictures of my eldest daughter, ten years from now at the tender age of 18, wearing a va-jay-jay hat carrying the same sign.
By the way, I thought this book was excellent.