Coming of age in a culture that demands women be as small, quiet, and compliant as possible–like a porcelain dove that will also have sex with you–writer and humorist Lindy West quickly discovered that she was anything but.
1) I didn’t know how much of Lindy West’s stuff I had already read by the happenstance of the internet before this book.
2) Lindy West is magnificent.
On top of the fact Lindy will make you laugh out loud reading – her background in comedy coming as no surprise – Shrill pulls no punches on society, journalism, comedy, and anything that puts their foot out of line. Rape jokes are tackled full on, even in the face of a world full of trolls, and the struggle to love your body when the world tells you to hate it is laid bare on the page.
A train journey home from Sheffield that flew by because of these pages. Lindy is loud, fearless and, frankly, bloody fabulous. I wish I could bottle her confidence and even have just a tiny little bit, but to be honest, when you read this book, you end up feeling a little more “fuck yeah” (actual feeling, honest).