The chronicles of the Round Table Book

I am trying to remember who suggested I read this book. I want to kick them in their vagina.

I can handle a short book entirely devoted to a woman's vulva. I am completely comfortable with my own and others', and I constantly use words like cunt, pussy, and vulva in a non-derogatory context. I thought I could handle Susanna Kaysen's vag all up in my face for 150 or so pages. WRONG. The only reason I finished it was because it was such a quick, short read and I feel I have more of a right to slam it if I read the whole thing.

I feel sorry for her vaginal plight, but this was such an unnecessary book. No, I shouldn't say that. Maybe a woman in a similar situation as Kaysen would be comforted by the book and even gain some knowledge about treatments.

Her writing style is grating. The book read like an annoying middle-age woman's journal, "Dear Diary, today my vagina hurts. again. I ate Provençal Salmon Niçoise with my REALLY educated whitebread friends and tomorrow I will go to another doctor and shop for antiques after."