I realised it takes a great deal more courage to fight for yourself than to fight for others. To confront your own pain, rather than everyone else's.

I'm really loving this book. It's feminism at it's funnest. I was supposed to finish the Murakami I've been reading first, but I haven't yet. I keep losing interest in books when I hit the halfway mark lately. It also happened with Love in the Time of Cholera, which I really want to finish. Perhaps I'm just not in the mood for anything that's a bit heavier at the minute, just light stuff. Maybe it's the current heatwave we're having. Anyway, this is the perfect light read.

I needed something light and this is perfect. It's about 3 friends who started a feminist club in college and have challenged themselves to call out every instance of sexism they witness for a month. They've only been at it for a morning and already the shits hitting the fan!