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A Little Literature Love Part One: Fran Wilde and Rivers Solomon
The books that helped me endure 2018. A few years ago I made a very deliberate decision to read more. This was rather difficult because adding time to my calendar wasn’t an option. Oddly enough, the space-time continuum just wasn’t answering my calls. Finding any peace and quiet was almost impossible given the two kids I have (and the one with ASD who tends to, against the stereotype, be quite loud). That meant changing my approach, much in the same way I had to change my writing approach once my job meant more work and more travel. Not writing is just as horrid as not reading. If there’s one “trick” that’s worked for…
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It is universally acknowledged that women English majors of a certain age always read Jane Austen.
Unless you’re me. Oh, it isn’t that I never tried. It’s just that Austen always seemed a little too foofy for me, a bit too girlie and modern (to a medievalist, anyway). Not to mention that in undergraduate and graduate studies I was constantly trying to distance myself from women writers and feminist readings because everyone always assumed that’s what I was. I wanted to play with the boys and talk about chivalry and brain bashing. I didn’t want to have anything to do with feminist bullcrap. Yeah. That was pretty stupid of me. I entirely blame my son for my becoming a total feminist. No, on the surface, I…
