It's sadly fitting I finished this one today. This is a book I'm giving a high rating to not because I enjoyed it, precisely, but because I think it's important. It was honestly the most terrifying book I've read because it hit so close to home. But as much as I appreciated it and as much as it resonated, especially in today's work, I do wonder if waiting so long to read this let my expectations get too high. 
 Maybe it's because I listened to this, but I sometimes found it hard to concentrate on the narrator's thoughts. There were a lot of tangential asides. Sometimes she overexplained the situations. I found myself bored by mentions of Luke and her past when I wanted to get back to what was happening in the present story. I didn't think the other characters were deep enough to really latch onto, and I always wanted more from the narrator's interactions with other women--Serena Joy, Moira, Ofglenn, Cora and Rita--because to me, the only way women survive a society that is so against them is by banding together, by forming connections where society strives to keep them apart. 
 As a novel, this was merely interesting. As social commentary, this was a win. That said, "Don't let the bastards grind you down" is something I'll carry with me for the next 4+ years.