I wanted to like this book. I really did. I love the idea of it, women sharing stories about something that we’re not “supposed to” share stories about. The problem is that without stories from every corner of the globe, every generation, every rung of the socioeconomic ladder, and so on, what you end up with is redundancy.
And that is precisely the problem with Rachel Kauder Nalebuff’s My Little Red Book, Iâ€™m afraid. The material would certainly be terrific for an article, preferably written by a remarkable writer gifted with profound insight. And there certainly are a few pieces that were wonderful, like Patty Marxâ€™s curt â€œCan I Just Skip This Period?â€ and Ellen Devineâ€™s raw and humorous â€œHot Dog on a String.â€ But for the most part, the pieces were generally the same.