The Signature of All Things

It started out okay, and it hits one of my sweet spots after all, by being the life-story of a scientifically-minded 19th-century woman obsessed with botany, but then I first grew tired of Gilbert's over-florid over-cheeky unnecessarily-long prose, that stretched my patience very thin occasionally, and then I also started to dislike the heroine more and more. Her ignorance, her obsessions and fixations just grew boring. And in the end the narrative also forced her into being another Alfred Russel Wallace. I just eyerolled along at her stubborn insistence to not publish, just in time for Darwin to publish his, of course. As always, I mainly finished this at all, because I did the audiobook.