Title: An insult to real female intelligence
Product review: I have to admit I was sucked in by this book's title, but I should have trusted my own instincts and dropped it the minute I realized how terrible it was. The only thing worth reading in "Female Intelligence" is the dust jacket. The premise is decent -- worthy, even. But I found myself routinely saying -- out loud, mind you -- "Oh, come ON! She can't be this dumb!" The book's main character, Dr. Lynn Wyman, is supposed to be a therapist who wows the pop-psych-loving public with her "woman-speak" therapy for men. In reality, she's a complete idiot who can't see the most obvious plot points creeping up in her life. The dialogue is horrifically unrealistic (don't authors read anything out loud before they publish?) and her supposed heroine is a ninny. Ugh.
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