While, meticulously researched, the best parts of the book were Marble's analysis of Malcolm X and his many transformations. If only it was more of a discussion by the author and less of a straight account of the subject's life.

I'm usually not a fan of crime stories, but I actually felt myself being carried along by this one. The world of Jewish Sitka that Chabon built for this work felt so real and lived in that I couldn't help but want to explore more of it. Unfortunately, the characters that inhabited it didn't feel as complex and flushed out. It feel like Chabon is more comfortable exploring the external than he is the internal.

Gloria Steinem is at her best when describing her experiences with things outside herself, because she Laden's them with her own contagious wonder. Her descriptions of her own experiences within the women's movement, however, seem to be glamorized is a way that's self-congratulatory.

Adichie perfectly nails the paradox that is feminism in today's world. In order to continue gaining we must have men who are willing to join our cause. However, even woke men are wary about relinquishing their privilege. Unfortunately, I feel like those that pick this book up already understand what Adichie is saying and those who need to read it won't pick it up because of the title.

Although it was widely hailed for it's commentary on race, I found the book reflected much more specifically about the immigrant experience than on the intricacies of race in America. The story of the relationship between the two point-of-view characters (the second of whom you wouldn't know existed from all the press hype) is very engrossing. It's an extremely satisfying book, even if t was alot different than I thought it would be going in.