On the heels of millions of women world wide, coming together to protest the fact that women are still treated like some sort of inferior species of unknown descent, I picked up this novel. I adore Maggie Hope. She may be a little anachronistic at times but I'm will to let it slide. Partially because she's a redhead and us redheads have to stick together. Mainly I let it slide because of events like yesterday. A fictional Maggie Hope was fighting nearly 80 years ago to be given rights many women still don't have today. All I can think of is the various images of women carrying signs that read "It's 2017 and I can't believe I'm still protesting this shit." Hopefully I won't have to see pictures of my eldest daughter, ten years from now at the tender age of 18, wearing a va-jay-jay hat carrying the same sign.
By the way, I thought this book was excellent.