A novel that takes back shame while packing a funny and poignant punch.
Political wife Kathleen Held returns early from a trip to discover her garage is on fire, and her husband and his mistress are the source of the heat. Both her reaction and, incidentally, the deep red stain from some leaked menstrual blood are captured on video and instantly shared around the globe. Kathleen, a production editor in book publishing by trade, is used to being invisible, but her face has become that of the #YesWeBleed movement, photo edited onto Rosie the Riveter posters and memes and submemes and gifs and hashtags in a brilliant satire of an internet culture that falls somewhere between the honesty of #MeToo and the outrage of "Grab 'em by the pussy." Kathleen is horrified and tries to hide until two things happen: She intercepts an invitation meant for her husband to the Society of Shame, a salon for the scandalous run by disgraced bestselling author Danica Bellevue; and her 12-year-old daughter, Aggie, is pelted with maxi pads. Aggie fights back by embracing the period movement even though her involvement could wreak havoc on her father's Senate campaign and her own social life. Seeing her daughter's bravery, Kathleen realizes she's chosen to disappear rather than face possible disappointment, that she's pushed aside her own wants and needs since having been rejected for her literary novel decades before. Urged by her cohort in the society, Kathleen decides to lean into the embarrassing-but-essential period-based spotlight, generating media and keynotes, hashtags, hate mail, and a high-six-figure book deal. But she starts to realize the attention and social media storm are making her lose sight of what's important to her and must decide if the risk is worth the cost of her values. The humor gets its teeth from author Roper's eye for just the right details, like the moment when Kathleen is on a solo road trip and plays her favorite college songs from Alanis Morissette and the Indigo Girls. Resist skipping ahead, but the last page cements the work’s heart.
Astutely written, with the perfect balance among humor, heartbreak, and understanding.