Erin Last name

To start, some of the worst characters I’ve ever read about. Completely one dimensional, and Elizabeth Zott is the unflawed goddess: beautiful, intelligent, and everyone is jealous of her for some reason. Everyone that opposes her is portrayed as some brainless gremlin that just hates for the sake of it. For something that boasts itself as a feminist piece, every single action of Zott’s can be traced back to men. She also goes out of her way to make her life harder for herself, and is completely oblivious to the world around her, and is clueless about how to socialise, and that’s coming from an autistic person. Snore. Don’t get me started on the “talking” dog. Most dreadful narrator I’ve ever endured. Is this supposed to be a “bestselling” feminist novel, or a child’s picture book? This was the final nail in the coffin for me. Upon reading the short biography in the back cover, all was revealed; the author has a dog. A dog that, as it turns out, she thinks is “very smart”. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the only similarity between the author and the “story” of this book. I thought I was reading a biography of Zott, not the author. She also rows and lives with her husband and dog. So is this a feminist novel, a children’s picture book, or a dramatised autobiography? Finally, the “child genius” that criticises religion at the ripe old age of four: I don’t oppose suspending my belief, but the child felt more like an awful plot device to hate on religion than a character to be enjoyed. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not religious myself, but this book is filled with such unmasked vitriol towards religion, essentially stating that science and religion are opposites; a religious scientist an oxymoron. Speaking of science, the chemistry covered in the book is barely above a high school level. A quote from Bonnie Garmus: “It was smart to write when I was so angry.” I’m not so sure. I genuinely don’t see what all the rage is about with this drivel. Waterstones, you’ve failed me.