reminded me of "Not without my daughter", "daughters of arabia", "princess" etc. Consistently depressing books all of them. They all evoke the same feeling of calustrophobia, the amazement at how the people could lack even the basics of common sense in the kind of control they seek to exercise. You hope that this is a far away , another religion , another century. But then you look around you, at the good educated middle class boys around you, and you realise, there's very little difference at their core. We're just lucky to be in a different setting, we're not really among people with more common sense.
However, there are few things which get my goat as much as the burqua. usually makes me want to burn up the whole household , the women included, and right to freedom be damned. of course, this in spite of knowing, that in a similar situation, i'd probably be wearing one myself. but it doesn't make me any less angry.
note to self - avoid such books, they just make you mad and don't tell you much .