I love that a Jesuit reviewed this because Jesuit priests are the drink-iest, swear-iest priests out there. The best bottles of wine and whiskey I’ve received in my life have been from Jesuits. They aren’t called the confessors of kings for nothing.
I mean, I get it. That plaid cap/vest combo is pretty eye-catching.
What surprises me is that the book was a rewriting of her Oxford doctoral dissertation, which means this fundamental error, which undercuts the premise of her book, made it past her thesis advisor and her viva/doctoral defense.
But is it a good place to bring a doll?