this is not my beautiful book club
Oct. 15th, 2015 09:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancing_crowI read a lot. I like books, I like stories, I cheerfully read genre books and do not apologize. I have a mad affection for romance, mystery and SFF.
I have read mostly books by women and non-binary authors for the last couple years. This has been WONDERFUL and enlightening and empowering and anyone who wants to know what to read next should check out Liz Bourke's reviews at Tor because she writes about these things better than I do.
I like reality well enough too. I've read an excellent book about cephalopods (I HEARTILY recommend Kraken: the curious, exciting and slightly disturbing science of squid) which I can't get anyone else to read, a biography of Marie Tharp who mapped the ocean floor and laid the groundwork for proof of continental drift, Your Inner Fish which is just comparative zoology in book form, and
I cannot read what the next things are. I couldn't cope with the idea of an actual novel from Elizabeth Gilbert who wrote Eat Pray love, and before that one I didn't want to know a possibly true story of Hemmingway's Paris Wife and now they want to read War and Peace, and I just cannot. I'll have to bow out or content myself with being the science reference in the corner. tonight I knew Wallace, who had ideas about species at the same time Darwin did, and Lamarck, who's inheritance of acquired traits has been pretty much disproved except now we are entering into epigenetics and parent experiences might in fact have effects on the offspring.
I feel bad about hating on all these books. I might like them if I read them? Except time is short. And bloody War and Peace is not. Plus and also I have heard Alice complaining about it bitterly for the last month, so probably not.
I have read mostly books by women and non-binary authors for the last couple years. This has been WONDERFUL and enlightening and empowering and anyone who wants to know what to read next should check out Liz Bourke's reviews at Tor because she writes about these things better than I do.
I like reality well enough too. I've read an excellent book about cephalopods (I HEARTILY recommend Kraken: the curious, exciting and slightly disturbing science of squid) which I can't get anyone else to read, a biography of Marie Tharp who mapped the ocean floor and laid the groundwork for proof of continental drift, Your Inner Fish which is just comparative zoology in book form, and
I cannot read what the next things are. I couldn't cope with the idea of an actual novel from Elizabeth Gilbert who wrote Eat Pray love, and before that one I didn't want to know a possibly true story of Hemmingway's Paris Wife and now they want to read War and Peace, and I just cannot. I'll have to bow out or content myself with being the science reference in the corner. tonight I knew Wallace, who had ideas about species at the same time Darwin did, and Lamarck, who's inheritance of acquired traits has been pretty much disproved except now we are entering into epigenetics and parent experiences might in fact have effects on the offspring.
I feel bad about hating on all these books. I might like them if I read them? Except time is short. And bloody War and Peace is not. Plus and also I have heard Alice complaining about it bitterly for the last month, so probably not.