Okay so first let me tell you the story of how I found this book – On a very peaceful day, when I just finished completing one of the pending books in my TBR. I opened Pinterest, because why not. Instagram wasn’t really delivery drama, except for my crush who doesn’t even look my way casually living his best life and enjoying a vacation in the mountains(ways to feel lonely). And then, bam, there it was—a photo that drew me in like a moth to a flame.
It said, “Writing from the depth of every woman’s soul.” Intriguing, right? I couldn’t scroll past that. Next to it was another line, partially hidden: “Like a slap in the face from…” (Who’s slapping us, and why?!) I needed answers. With my curiosity piqued, I did something unthinkable—I ignored my growing pile of TBR and dove into a nonfiction book.
The opening quote? “Women love, love—not men.” A single line, and I was hooked. Luca Villani nailed it! We love love—the magic of it, the fantasy of it, and yes, those fictional men too. No wonder I’m such a sucker for romance novels. At that moment, I thought this book was going to be my new best friend.
But here’s the thing about This is for the Women Who Don’t Give a F***: it doesn’t hold your hand or give you warm fuzzies. It grabs you by the soul and shakes you. The writing is raw, deep, and heavy—full of poems and thoughts that made me feel seen but also left me emotionally drained.
I thought I was walking into a bold, empowering, middle-finger-to-the-world kind of book. Instead, I found poems soaked in heartbreak, melancholy, and an almost overwhelming sense of reality. Don’t get me wrong—the writing is beautiful, gripping even—but it made me realize something: I’m not ready for this kind of nonfiction. Not yet.
So, I closed the book, not out of disdain, but because I learned a valuable lesson about myself. Fiction is where I thrive. Fiction lets me dream, escape, and feel love in its purest, most exaggerated forms. It’s where I can get lost without feeling like I’m drowning.
Maybe one day I’ll revisit This is for the Women Who Don’t Give a F*** and appreciate it for the poetic masterpiece it is. For now, though, I’ll stay loyal to my romance books and fictional worlds, where love is grand, heartbreak is temporary, and everything feels just a little more magical.
To the women who don’t give a f***, I salute you—but I’ll be over here, devouring romance novels and living vicariously through my favorite fictional characters.
Have you read this book? Did you love it, or did it make you realize nonfiction might not be for you either? Let me know in the comments! Sorry if you thought this was the review for that book! Non-fiction isn’t really my thing! Make sure to follow me on my social handles for more such updates! Instagram! Pinterest! And more book reviews here!
