English is a crude language. But it is necessary to get through this misguided, unfortunately dirty world. Then again books are proof that humans can work magic. English is my second language, but the moment I learned it and then from that how to read…my life was changed. Books. Books are the best thing since sliced bread and cheese. I’m far too much of an introvert to make friends so I clung to books like brown on rice. Sometimes I love books more than I love people.
Not even sometimes, because a book a day keeps reality away.
You ever start a book and then 10 hours later, realize you haven’t eaten or gone to the bathroom? The first time that happened to me I was reading a book entitled “Life in the Fat Lane,” by Cherie Bennett. Literally have no idea what happened around me while I was reading. Which in retrospect it could be because middle school itself has generally become a foggy memory. A part of life never to be experienced again. I have no idea why this story resonated with me so much, I wasn’t blonde, or a pageant queen, or riddled with a fictional weight- gaining disorder. I was on the chubby side so maybe it was the weight gain and how she dealt with it that kept me locked in. Who knows? I just could not be parted from that book.
The other time something like that happened was when I was reading the world changing, life altering, cult inducing creation that is the Harry Potter series and that is the simplest way to say it. As I’ve grown older I’ve drifted away from fanciful fiction stories towards fiction with substance. I’m literally obsessed with Chimimanda Ngozi Adichie…before Beyoncé made her “cool.” Her writing and speaking is what tipped me over the edge and declared myself a feminist. Not saying I wasn’t before her, there just wasn’t a name for my inability to conform to my gender norm that I was aware of. I finally got my hand onto one of her books this year, “Americanah” and though it’s been three months and I’m still not finished with it. It doesn’t change the fact that when I do pick up the book I have to keep moving around to find the perfect position that satisfies the right angle of reading while keeping my entire body comfortable and warm under my blanket; all the while losing track of time and existing only for the story.
2014 according to the internet was the year of women writers—which the fact that women still needs to precede writer as if to say that women don’t normally write masterpieces—and the amount of gems that have sidled their way onto my list permanently and are just waiting to be bought.
“A Bad Character has drawn comparisons to Marguerite Duras’ class- and race-conscious erotic classic The Lover, but it also bears echoes of Elizabeth O’Neill’s Nine and a Half Weeks, a pseudonymously published erotic memoir about the author’s passionate affair with a man who leads her into increasingly sadomasochistic sexual experiments. As in Nine and a Half Weeks, A Bad Character hints only slightly at the dark turn the ardent love-making and all-consuming infatuation might take, at least until we’re deeply involved in the psyche of the narrator and the sexual dynamic of the couple.”
THIS! This book I need to own. I just need this in my life. Since I’ve boycotted the 50 Shades Trilogy for being tripe and hype. I need something dirty and sexy to sink my teeth into and this is weaving a compulsion over my mind.
“I can never read all the books I want…” (sylvia Plath). A lot of the books I want to read are by women who’ve fought tooth and stiletto to get where they are and since I need all the advice I can get, I’ve found a list of titles that will aid in my quest of to be a well-rounded professional. And since on occasion I’m known to be benevolent, I will share these titles.
Becoming the Boss, Lindsey Pollack; Great on the job, Jodi Glickman; Secrets of Six-figure Women, Barbara Stanny; Lean In Sheryl Sandberg; pushback, Selena Rezvani; Nice Girls don’t Get the Corner Office, Lois P. Frankel
I am a lover of books. I love the way books feel. I love the way books smell both new and old. As someone who has fits of melancholia holding a book brings me peace of mind. There is a word for people like me. Bibliophile. I like the way that sounds
I was born with a reading list I will never finish.
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