This is one book I will not rate consciously. If I rate it five stars, it can be interpreted as I loved the book. Which I didn't. I hated the book. I feared the book. I feared the story. It made me afraid. It sprang innumerable bouts of anxiety. It triggered my depression. I was advised and with all the good intents, to stop reading the book. I couldn't do that. Somehow, the thought of stopping the book midway made me feel guilty. I know, I know... But, it did. I have no justification for it. I can not help the way I feel. Having said that, I apologise to all the women out there. I am not qualified to comment or write anything on this book. Simply, being a man disqualifies me from writing a single line about the book. Just one word from my side... Let this tale serve as a caution. Not only about the Gileadean Society's treatment of women- but much later on, during the epilogue. It is clear the world doesn't learn any lesson from the era. They are still pretty much the...
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