In the novel, which begins in the 1950s, women sometimes just spontaneously turn into dragons. (Thus it is inherently spoiler-y, although I’ll do my best to keep that at a minimum.) It’s about feminism, and how women both lose and take back power in myriad ways, and what courage is sometimes like, and how family can both devastate and save you.)īut I had such an emotional reaction to this one that instead I’m going to write about how the story impacted my life. About the inclusion of Tennyson’s poem “Tithonus.” Or even about how I kept giggling over a one-star Amazon review I read, wherein the reviewer hated the book because it wasn’t really about dragons. I could write about the writing, and the character development, and how my real complaint is with the ending, which kind of fizzled for me because it was too pat. Or how it made me think about Naomi Alderman’s The Power and how desperately I want women to have some actual power that would change the world, and how without power I feel in the United States. I could write that I liked it and that my copy is full of underlining and notes. I mean, I could write a review of the book, which I’ve been looking forward to reading since I read about it back in March. This blog post is titled When Women were Dragons: A Book Review because of SEO and brand styling and yada yada yada. Am I not enough? Was I not good enough? … Because sometimes love isn’t enough.
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