This is a masterpiece, a MUST read in your feminist TBRs. In such a short space, Virginie Despentes showcases her writing skills outside of fiction with a unique style in the non-fiction genre. 

The first 10 pages alone manage to resume in a short but truly poignant way what being a woman and feminism is: I cried while reading it, and I have never felt more represented, never felt my voice as a woman was being put into words, my body seen as well as my rage. This book is not an essay based on numbered facts, statistics, and studies made by scholars (not that there is nothing wrong with them, they are just a different type of essay).

Virginie Despentes, drawing from her personal experiences, screams about rape instead of whispering about it, she points the finger at patriarchy instead to point fingers at people, she exposes imperfection instead of trying and hiding it under a rug of hypocrisy, and most of all she deconstructs the image of what the perfect woman or the perfect feminist should be. 

I knew before starting to read this that I would have enjoyed it, but I hadn’t planned to fall in love with it. King Kong Theory has quickly and easily entered the list of my favorite books ever.