She's not terribly likable, I guess, but so what? It's not a memoir, where that might matter, and again, I've read other work where I didn't care much for the persona behind it and still got on fine with the work itself. Hurley is often very angry, but rightly so, and I've read other angry people (and other angry women) who didn't turn me off. I've been trying to put my finger on what it is that bugs me about this book for days (ever since I first started feeling that way about it), and I can't quite get there. But, I dunno, somehow the whole thing just leaves an unpleasant aftertaste. Occasionally I was nodding and "yessing" so hard I thought I might give myself a fit. And some of these essays are excellent and on point. This collection of many of Hurley's blog posts (plus a few essays written specifically for this volume) deals with science fiction, fantasy, fandom, being a woman in 21st century America, and being a female SF fan in 21st century America. Oh, how I wanted to like this more than I did.
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