I’m conflicted.

I recently published a scathing review on Amazon of a feminist-y nonfiction book titled “Supergirls Speak Out: Inside the Crisis of Overachieving Girls” by Liz Funk.

On the shelf at Borders, the title spoke to me. I’m currently on a quest to stop being such a damn perfectionist and academic marathon runner in hopes of enjoying other aspects of my life. Perhaps I could learn something by diving “inside the crisis of overachieving girls,” I thought. Surely, I would relate. Surely, the self-proclaimed recovered “Supergirl” would be a fascinating, brilliant author. She must know the secret to letting go of perfectionism and finding the zest in life! I shelled out the 15 bucks.

Maybe it was the over-explained run-on sentences. Maybe I should have given her a little more benefit of the doubt, due to her age. Maybe I shouldn’t have cared so much that pink was the dominating book jacket theme.