This book made me feel very feminist. Unsurprisingly. What's cool is how it manages to address, with humour and a straightforward, unembellished honesty the historical limitations to women writing, and how they continue to haunt us today as we struggle to catch up.
What's more, it managed to do this without really talking down about men, just stating Woolf's observations about male attitudes and advantages and giving a certain amount of evidence - the lecture/essay format by necessity limits the breadth of this evidence or it would be dull to listen to for sure!
Would definitely recommend this book. Im never usually someone to highlight passages in books, but I made a fair few notes from this one. :)