In some ways, I am not the best person to write about this book. I am wary of taking up space with my Pākehā voice. Not everything is for me, Continue Reading →
Except I do, of course. And I bought this one because of three things: the title, the cover, and the recommendation. I didn’t know anything about it.
Every day, nine people are diagnosed with breast cancer in New Zealand. Pink Ribbon Breakfasts are held every May to raise money for vital research.
I’ve had more than one friend tell me they’re afraid of feminism. Not just that – they’re afraid of feminists. They’re afraid of “doing feminism wrong,” and I understand that. Continue Reading →
It’s a question I ponder often, because obviously I’m a raging misandrist. But Naomi Alderman has done so much more than ponder in her latest novel, The Power, which I Continue Reading →