Book review: I Call Myself A Feminist

GOT a teenage daughter/family member/friend who’s starting to show an interest in feminism? Or, in fact, one who isn’t?

Then steer them in the direction of this excellent compilation, an inspirational, frank and funny collection of essays by women detailing why they unashamedly label themselves with the F-word — and why we should too.

Interspersed with quotes and excerpts from today’s women’s rights icons (like the awesome Amys, Poehler and Schumer, Malala Yousafzai and Caitlin Moran), it’s upbeat, easy to dip in and out of, and proves that the next generation of feminists isn’t a load of angry, dungaree-wearing old women.

Far from it — they’re young, hip and diverse, and ready to welcome you into the fold.

If you don’t call yourself a feminist now, by the end of these 25 chapters you will.

I Call Myself A Feminist

Edited by Victoria Pepe, Rachel Holmes, Amy Annette, Alice Stride and Martha Mosse

Virago, £13.99; ebook, £7.99