It is the end of June, and half a year has flown by. I don’t even understand how that happened, but I know all of us are wondering the same thing, so I’ll just let us all sit with it for a minute. Instead, let’s dive into the book data:
Read The Books You Buy:4 out of 5 of my own damn books were ones I bought in June.
Compared to April and May, this was a relatively low month of reading. I think it’s mostly because my supposedly free weekends turned out to be unexpectedly jam-packed, so not a lot of reading happened over weekends. Also, I haven’t had the urge to pick up a comic all month, though I’ve got them all downloaded and waiting on my kindle. Maybe I’ll be inspired when Ms. Marvel Volume 5 arrives at my doorstep.
Meanwhile, I have squared away this long weekend to hibernate and read, and have even curated a stack. So many exciting books on the docket. I’m also figuring out a way to be more organized about my blogging. I have a few non-review posts about reading in mind, but have been hesitant to roll them out yet. If you guys have any tips on how to blog more effectively, and what kind of content you would like to see, I would really appreciate your thoughts.
Published:May 17th, 2016 Publisher:Hachette Format:Hardcover ISBN:9780316348409 Source:Owned Challenges:Read My Own Damn Books, Read The Books You Buy
This is probably one of the most relevant and important books of the year. I got to see Lindy speak at the Printer’s Row Lit Fest a few weeks before I read the book, and I had heard about it so much but did no research before going to see her speak. She’s funny, she’s unapologetic, she’s honest. This memoir is a compilation of essays in which Lindy discusses and breaks down this prevailing culture of fat-shaming, internet-trolling, harassment, and good old-fashioned sexism. The titles of the essay had me snort-laughing, its content did not. Lindy gets real and gives no fucks. She talks about growing up as a fat girl, having to make herself smaller, tinier, quieter- because that’s such an ingrained ideal trait across cultures for women, and I related so much with that. It’s that terrible intersection of being a woman and being fat. There’s just no winning, because people would rather die than be some obscenely fat and ugly. They also think you should die because you are a smear on everything our society is working towards- to be thin is to be beautiful.
It’s Monday, What Are You Reading? is a weekly meme currently hosted byThe Book Date. It’s a place to meet up and share what you have been, are and about to be reading over the week, and add to that ever-growing TBR stack.
It’s Monday, What Are You Reading? is a weekly meme currently hosted by The Book Date. It’s a place to meet up and share what you have been, are and about to be reading over the week, and add to that ever-growing TBR stack.
FINALLY a week where I got some reading done. Last week, I finished Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi which I loved,The Nest by Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney, which I was very apprehensive about and surprisingly enjoyed, and Shrill: Notes From A Loud Woman by Lindy West which had me in tears from a myriad of emotions.
Over the weekend, some friends and I got together for a day trip to Indianapolis, primarily to visit Books & Brews.Beer is cheaper in the rest of the Midwest, you guys. We had such a good time, and were really annoyed that we missed going to the Vonnegut Library. Oh well.
I’ve been on the fence about writing a review for this book, particularly in light of the Stanford rape and the Orlando tragedy. Context is everything, and I know people are still grieving and struggling, so I do not want to cause anyone any more pain. Here’s my disclaimer/trigger warning: This book talks about a “small” bombing, is an attempt to understand how people coped with the aftermath of the tragedy, as well as an attempt to understand the motivations of the bomber. You are not obliged to read any more at this point if you don’t want to.