In 2016, I took on some new, bookish challenges in the hopes of connecting with people. First, I tackled the 20 Books of Summer challenge with Cathy over at 746 Books. I got a bunch of reviewer copies sent to me out of the way and plowed through the entire Anne of Green Gables series.
I also found a book club in my area and made several new, amazing friends! We’ve since made crafts, played board games, supported an LGBTQ choir concert, rocked at trivia, and, of course, read books! For the sake of Grab the Lapels, I always push the book club to choose books written by women. So sneaky of me!
How did I do overall in 2016?
I’ve read 71 books. I’m proud of this number, given a full-time composition professor has a lot to read (textbook, rough drafts, final drafts), and 71 books is more than one per week.
This was a big year for nonfiction reads: 11 by women and 8 by men.
Some stand-out books were:
- Shrill by Lindy West: a book of essays about being fat, when comedy bullies people into laughing, and abortion rights.
- Fire in the Ashes: Twenty-five Years Among the Poorest Children in America by Jonathan Kozol: a masterful work by a man who listens to homeless families in New York City beginning in the 1980s, when people were happy to watch Les Miserables on Broadway but demanded actual poor children begging be removed from sight.
In this turbulent year, I needed some nonfiction to help me learn and understand what’s going on, or to help me feel situated in this world as the person I am. For instance, Carli Lloyd‘s memoir showed me the strength of women. Jon Krakauer’s Missoula reminded me of the unpunished crimes against women.
I read very little poetry and few short story collections or graphic novels.
- 3 books of poems, 2 by women.
- 4 short story collections, 3 by women.
- 8 graphic novels, 6 by women. Some I hesitate to call “graphic novels,” such as Lynda Barry’s memoir/notebook Syllabus and Ji-Hye Song’s The Time Garden, which is more akin to a coloring book.
Poetry has never been my go-to genre, but that’s because I find myself steeped in academia where nonsensical poems are praised, and I just can’t connect. I prefer traditional (smartly) rhyming works or poems that create strong imagery. Yet, it’s my job to go find those works, and I’ll endeavor to do better in 2017.
I truly enjoyed re-reading The Rabbi’s Cat and discovering the joy of The Rabbi’s Cat 2. I highly recommend both graphic novels. They’re set in Africa, discuss Judaism and Islam, and are incredibly funny.
I don’t feel bad about the short story collection count. As an MFA grad, I can reassure you that I’ve read enough short stories to last me a while. Truly, it’s novels that I can’t seem to keep up on. However…
2016 was a huge year for novels, which is uncommon for me!
23 novels by women, 8 by men.
Some stand-outs were:
- Reading the entire Anne of Green Gables series was a moment of pride to me for family reasons.
- Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier was a haunting, visual joyride that I’m so thrilled to have read (and eagerly want to read it again).
- 1984 and Animal Farm by George Orwell: I never read these in high school, so my husband suggested them for our “bedtime picks” (we read to each other every night). I felt horrible, distraught, and had to put the kibosh on such books, as I was so miserable I couldn’t fall asleep. I wrote this about Animal Farm after reading it:
Every time I think about Boxer’s face looking out the window of that cart, I burst into tears. My husband says its because the book is an allegory and I care about people. I say its because Boxer was a good horse, a real horse. I am utterly ridiculous.
My husband and I have been talking about this book for hours. I’m mad; he’s hopeful.
Aaaaaand, now I feel like crying all over again.
There was some diversity in my reading.
But mostly not. I devoted myself to cleaning up the books sent by publishers and authors and reading the entire Anne series. That took up a lot of time. Also, some of the authors I read who are not white don’t write diverse characters (or, if they do it’s not clear). Here are some #OwnVoices books:
- I got through three books in the Lesbian Career Girl series by Monica Nolan:
- Julie Maroh’s Blue is the Warmest Color
And then there are the books with LGBTQ characters written by authors who are not, and books with straight white characters whose authors are not. Puzzling.
Goals for 2017:
Now that I’ve got almost the entire pile of reviewer copies completed, my goals are:
One: Read more books by women of color. I have a lot of them in my personal library.
Two: to read books by or about fat women. I’ve pointed this out a few times on Twitter, using the #diversebookbloggers tag, and everyone seems like “like” my Tweets, but it’s not taking off. Not once have I read a book about a fat character portrayed in a positive way (or any way at all). On my immediate list are:
- I Do It With the Lights On by Whitney Way Thore
- Dietland by Sarai Walker
- 13 Ways of Looking at a Fat Girl by Mona Awad
- Skinny by Diana Spechler
- Stick Figure by Lori Gottlieb
- Dumplin’ by Julie Murphy
- Possibly some Hilary Mantel, whose writing can be difficult to follow.
Recommendations to #diversebookbloggers
- Fat Girl, Terrestrial by Kellie Wells
- What are You Looking At? edited by Ira Sukrungruang and Donna Jarrell
- Scoot Over, Skinny edited by Ira Sukrungruang and Donna Jarrell
I know It Was Me All Along by Andie Mitchell was on a list for best Goodreads books, but I started reading this memoir and found the voice leans toward “I was fat and now I’m not, which makes me happy, and you can be happy too.” This is an adopted tone that “encourages” fat people to “get their lives together,” one that I do not support.