
I kind of loved this book. On one day, I opted for an hour and a half metro ride over driving just to give myself the time to read. It was kind of like feminist mind-porn--two girls riding cross country on motorcycles? You don't really get any more women's studies fantasy than that plot. I couldn't really separate the author from the narrator, but I didn't mind that so much. I'd be hesitant to recommend this book to most people, but if you're in the mood for some man hating goodness, this is perfect.
