This book has been on my various bookshelves in various homes for over 30 years and – OMG – how much vitriol it has produced out of the blue.

So many times a man has read the title and then tackled me.

It’s been a quite amusing.

Written in 1791 by Mary Wollstonecraft, this is an interesting book for both genders to read. Even though few men will ever open it up.

I only bought it because I knew who Mary was.

And because I knew her daughter, called Mary, even better. Because she (daughter Mary) had married a wonderful poet.

“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”

P.S. Her name isn’t even on the cover of the book she wrote in the image above.

P.P.S. She was her mother’s daughter in every way. Everyone knows Mary 2’s book. Few know much about the men who challenged her to write it :o)