I can’t say I was particularly fond of this one, I’m not sure if I’m just not a dystopian fantasy type reader or if there was something else that didn’t engage me. Vivid, striking descriptions of life in Gilead (hello Marilynn Robinson!) of a tortuous life led by people in their roles of mating, producing offspring. Handmaids are dressed in red with crisp white hats that don’t allow them to see much, and they’re used for breeding. The tale limps from the remembered past to the pale and timid present. She finds fellow bemoaners, codeword Mayday. She is supposedly freed at the end, and then we are subjected to an uninteresting recounting of the facts around her narrative, as if via dry academic conference. I’m not quite sure why everyone is in love with this book and why on earth it’s considered a feminist work by some.