And she is so bloody genial. She isn’t preaching to the choir; she is gently and persuasively reasoning you around to her way of thinking, and it is oddly endearing. I want to take tea with her, and have her slip a little something stronger into my cup.
I can’t write this review without saying super-hokey things like: A Room of One’s Own helped me start to see how far we’ve come, and how far we have yet to go. Lame, right? But it gave me a clearer view into lady-writers of the past and more hope for lady-writers of the future.