Edible Woman, The

This book is far too relatable today for something that was originally published in 1969. I kept finding myself identifying more and more with Marian, always feeling more consumed by my male partners who want me to be something other than who I am. They want me to meld with their lives, their styles, their desires, their whims, and they do it in such a way as to be condescending and gas-lighting potential issues. That's where I really kept connecting to it, especially as she runs away from Peter and his so-called 'stability' twice.

It feels weird that it's still so relatable almost 50 years later; it's ludicrous that it is, but things haven't changed for a lot of people.

Usually I'm apprehensive to anything that remotely resembles "chick lit", but as I soon learned, Margaret Atwood is something completely different. I have already read "The Handmaid's Tale", which I thought was brilliant - another reason why I chose to check out more stuff by Ms. Atwood.

This is a very ruminative story in a Mad Men-esque setting about how women are consumed by men back in the day (very much a product of its time).

I personally enjoyed the Toronto setting, even though the name of the city is never mentioned.