Behold, I read. Since the beginning of the year, mostly thanks to my freakish friend who reads approximately three books a week, I've been trying to make myself do more reading. FOR FUN.
On the left are the books that I've read so far: Good Omens, Milk and Honey, True Porn Clerk Tales, The Princess Saves Herself in This One, Blockbuster Plots, and Night Sky With Exit Wounds. (Not pictured: 1984, Affinity, and Howl's Moving Castle)
On the Right (under Harley Quinn): Hope in the Dark, Six of Crows, and Bone.
I've been reading a lot of poetry, and it makes me intensely happy. Some Tweet-poetry, some free verse, some experimental. Something about it speaks to the creature inside me, and it makes me want to write more and read more. It's a kind of self-care I've neglected for the past few years because it's always felt as though I needed to be doing something serious or important. And it's caused me to pick my own poems back up for editing, and write at least five new ones.
I really loved Milk and Honey. I just sit and reread. There was no point of flagging which pages I liked the best. I loved The Princess Saves Herself in This One, but I look forward to her next volume because this work feels very raw and fresh, and Lovelace should be quite amazing once she's matured as a poet. Night Sky with Exit Wounds I liked, but I am struggling with some of the poems and will be able to say more after I take the time to reread.
I have to say, of all the books I've read this year, I was blown away by Howl's Moving Castle. I loved the movie, but the book is so, so much more. It's a fairytale, but not an old one. It's female led, and beautiful and weird, and dark in ways.
Since I'll be going out of town next week (and getting to see my girlfriend <3), I'm hoping to get Six of Crows finished on the plane, or sooner.
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