I bet you think I'm yet another fundie terrorist writing this review. Hardly! I qualify for the title refusenik too. I grew up muslim but semi-abandoned it after a much soul searching and research. Yes, most of Islam is man-made crap. Yes, lots of muslims are inflexible and narrow-minded. Yes, muslims accuse Israel but really should get their own house in order. Yes, yes, yes - I agree with much of what Irshad Manji says.
So, why do I hate this book?
Very simply, it reads like a long rant. Ms Manji offers nothing. She just comes across as angry and uninterested in finding the truth or some higher understanding. She just wants to rant and let you the reader know she's angry. On and on it goes. Well, I got it. Sometimes a rose is just a rose and a book is just a rant from an angry lesbian.
I'll say this though, Ms Manji is a good narrator.
Her energy and presence.
Disappointed. I was expecting more from this popular author.
This book is an utter waste of time. It is not a scholarly or balanced critique of its subject, Islam.
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