It has been a while since a book left me feeling so confused and, I don't know... disappointed?

If I were to read this simply as an autobiography then I probably would have enjoyed it a bit more. There is no doubt in my mind that Caitlin Moran has a great sense of humour. I liked her writing style enough, it was honest and easy to read. However, some of her language choices were far too much for m0. I cringed at times while I tried to understand what could possibly have been going through her mind when she wrote some of these statements.

Some of the points raised by Moran made perfect sense to me and I could relate to her on a few levels. I am still frustrated, though, by the many contradictions that are scattered throughout this book. I didn't feel inspired when I got to the end of this, in fact a part of me felt quite glad to see the final page. I can't pinpoint exactly what it is about this book, but something just didn't sit right with me.