Cirrus@Austlit

'First, a confession. With these three books, all written by women for women about overcoming personal and collective struggles, I felt not fist-pumping solidarity but jaded reticence. Worse, what sprang to mind unprompted was a scene from Sex and the City, the HBO hit that began as an irreverent romp about four independent and sexually adventurous friends in 1990s New York before gradually disintegrating into a tired and predictable formula: happiness = 1 boyfriend + 3 credit cards x unlimited designer labels.' (Introduction)