This book was hilarious.
I’ve had this on my TBR for a bit of time, so I decided to read it. I love history and I love learning about things that aren’t talked about as much. Many people tend to look at the Victorian age with shining eyes and a wistful smile because it’s all so romantic. Beautiful dresses. The flirtatious banter. The respect and manners. The language of flowers.
But it really wasn’t that swoon-worthy. It was nasty.
Reading it made me wonder how the hell we survived anything at all. All the germs, lack of understanding, and, of course, the sexism. Oh all the sexism. Because men know best about anything to do with women.
Oneill definitely tailors this book towards women. It’s awkward when you’re a guy reading this and she’s talking about menstruation or dresses or marriage, but it is genuinely funny. In a scary way.
I’d definitely recommend this book to people who want to write in this era, just so you can give your story a flair of the realistic by really getting into the nitty-gritty gross things. Such as going crotchless all the time with your underwear or all the “fantastic” smells that are encountered since people don’t bath and a sewage system isn’t really around yet.
A fun read for sure and one I’ll probably revisit.
What period would you like to know the nitty-gritty details about?