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I've finished Christina Dalcher's Vox; it was disappointing because it turned into more of thriller-ish, adventure-ish story than I expected from the premise (a U.S. in which women are limited to 100 words a day; they wear bracelet counters that give them electrical shocks if they surpass the quota). Plus it had scenes of animal experimentation, and I don't, don't, don't like that. The main takeaway was that women let it happen by not being more willing to go out marching and protesting. Simplistic victim bashing, but whatever.
Anyway, I am continuing to gin up my rage with another feminist dystopian novel (why am I on a dystopian kick when I avoid this genre?), When She Woke, by Hillary Jordan. This is a riff on The Scarlet Letter, and I am liking it so far.
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