I wanted to love it. I enjoyed the bits and pieces of female rage. But when I got to the plot climax - an unsurprising, hard-to-believe, and disgusting bit of male abandonment - and realized I still had fully half the book to go, I gave up.

We get it. Men are terrible. The patriarchy is terrible. Homemaking is hard, caring for a sibling is hard, doing it all on your own while the patriarchy actively tries to thwart you is hard. I became exhausted reading it. I've got a threshold for how much worse-and-worse a book can get before it gets better, and this book surpassed it and then some.