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  I feel like I could write forever about this book. There is so much to love about it. The Vagina Bible reads to me like one doctor's attempt to subvert the reality that the modern world continues to hold fast to the concept that there is something inherently gross, shameful, or just plain bad about the female body.    Here's the synopsis: Instant New York Times, USA Today, and Publishers Weekly bestseller Does eating sugar cause yeast infections? Does pubic hair have a function? Should you have a vulvovaginal care regimen? Will your vagina shrivel up if you go without sex? What's the truth about the HPV vaccine?    So many important questions, so much convincing, confusing, contradictory mis information. In this age of click bait, pseudoscience, and celebrity-endorsed products, it's easy to be overwhelmed--whether it's websites, advice from well-meaning friends, uneducated partners, and even healthcare providers. So ...

  I'm reviewing a textbook, and I don't even care. In the many, many long years I've been in college (no, I'm not Tommy Boy-ing it, I went for an associates in business [boooo] and then decided to go back and get a bachelor's in English/Writing [yaaaay]) I've had to read a lot of heinously expensive, dry and boring textbooks. This was one but not the other.  It was a very interesting book, and I feel like I learned a lot, but do I feel like I learned $175 worth of information from it that I absolutely couldn't have learned elsewhere (cuz I just looked at my order receipt, and that's how much I paid for it. ugggggggghhhhhhhh.)? Fuckin' nope.  When I originally reviewed this book on Goodreads, I gave it 4 stars. Now that I re-discovered the price I paid for it via my school's B&N bookstore, I want to burn everything. College is tantamount to highway robbery where the vagabonds teach you a few things before they rob you of every pen...

I love this cover. So faaaaahry. I hope they keep it!   Form Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review via Net Galley. They give me no money, nor do they in any way influence my thoughts. Those are 100% my own for better or worse.  Non-Form Disclaimer: I am still struggling to find the format I like most for this blog and my reviews, so sorry everything keeps changing. I'll settle on something someday, promise. Here is the feminist-ass publisher's description: THIS IS A WITCH HUNT. WE'RE WITCHES, AND WE'RE HUNTING YOU. From the moment powerful men started falling to the #MeToo movement, the lamentations began: this is feminism gone too far, this is injustice, this is a witch hunt. In The Witches Are Coming , firebrand author of the New York Times bestselling memoir and now critically acclaimed Hulu TV series Shrill , Lindy West, turns that refrain on its head. You think this is a witch hunt?...

I loved this book. Like, I fell in love with it. If I could, I would probably marry it. I think that Nnedi Okorafor is an immensely talented author with a real talent for world building. Her description of Lagos makes me feel like I have seen it, although I most definitely have not. And her descriptions of the creatures and landscape of the lagoon at Bar Beach are so beautifully rendered that my mind was working overtime trying to picture each altered bit of life. Although I found myself strongly interested in each named character, the amount of respect that I felt for both Ayodele and Adaora was transcendent. Ayodele was so regal and wise, and Adaora so strong and brilliant that I felt my feminist-self shed a few tears a la my responses to the thigh jiggle in Wonder Woman (why does that have to be the thing that does me in??? In a movie about strong women, I am so much more concerned about the fact that a fit woman's body was allowed a momentary filmic jiggle ...