My reading this year has a different rhythm. Some year-long projects require only a few pages of reading each week, a chapter maybe. In contrast, reading for work requires bursting through backlists in a week or two. In between, some books have sprawled in that territory between lackadaisical and
Earlier this year, I resolved to take a closer look at the graphic novels and poetry collections accumulating on my library “saved lists” and my digital TBR “shelves”. Those lists have lengthened rather than shortened, but there’s been plenty of good reading along the way. In Just So Happens by
The first and second posts in this series were filled with a variety of forms and styles, and last time there was talk of poetry, more mythology, some short stories, and a collection of academic essays. Now: a mystery, a dystopia, and more poetry. How comforting to pick up
I’ve been following a thread through this year’s reading for the past four days, from Roe to Revolution, Revolution to Secrecy, Secrecy to Corruption, Corruption to Colonialism, and now, linking from one fiction about labour and status to another, moving from Colonialism to Corrosion. Did you guess from yesterday’s
Nancy Johnson’s The Kindest Lie (2021) reminds me of Terry McMillan for its focus on Black working women’s lives and Brit Bennett’s The Mothers for its slant towards mothering. The novel looks back, specifically to the election of Barack Obama in 2008: “Their feet felt light and their chests,
