Not only is the drive to impulse buy books real, but the book came highly recommended by a friend. Or, at least I thought I did. Turns out I picked up the wrong book. Oops. But I read it anyways and, honestly? I wasn't all that impressed.
It's your fairly typical radical feminist ideology mixed with liberal homemaking- now available in memoir form. And while I'm both a Feminist and a liberal homemaker myself? I just don't jive with Radical Feminist ideology as a whole. Or most Radical Feminist writers... Or really enjoy memoirs in general. But probably especially not as someone who personally spent over a decade heavily absorbed in very militant and anti-female forms of Radical Feminism.
That said, the book's not exactly written rudely per say. But the way the author writes is more annoying and off-putting than interesting- with a slight enough hint of superior egotism that it becomes grating. Which, frankly, is par for the course with this kind of ideology; I cringed and rolled my eyes more often than I nodded my head in agreement- even when I perfectly agreed with what they were saying, or shared an experience. And honestly, the content's just kind of boring and uninteresting on a base level- which itself is just a problem with most memoirs, if I'm being honest; I simply don't care about people's lives enough to read full books dedicated to them.
If you're a Radical Feminist (who may or may not have found yourself dumped into the Homemaker Life), you might enjoy it. But I gave up and deleted it after about 3-ish chapters; I didn't see it getting any better and I'm not going to force myself through a book I'm clearly not enjoying.