How Reading Made Me a Feminist (Or Realize I Kinda Already Was One)

Books and Feminism, How Reading Made Me a Feminist

I’m a twenty-five year-old woman, and I consider being a feminist a large part of my identity. Ten years ago, that wasn’t the case. Hell, five years that wasn't the case.

Growing up, I fell victim to the narrative that many people do—feminism was an ugly word used to describe man-hating, overly-sensitive, “politically-correct” (as if this were a bad thing), crazy people.

I believed that feminism sought to destroy the nuclear family, force women from the home, and spread anger and bitterness. I was ignorant to the actual meaning of feminism and what it sought to do.

Another Post-Election Commentary

The last two weeks have a been a struggle. Even if you’re not an American (and I’m not), the election of the next President of the United States has had a huge impact. Daily, people are becoming more bold in their hate, fuelled by its constant normalization by Trump and his goons.

Things are going to change, and it won’t be for the better.

Quotes to Get You Feeling Autumnal

It's that time of year again. The time of year when fall has officially begun, and I can no longer deny the inevitable ending of summer. Don't get me wrongfall is beautiful (both literally and figuratively). But there's just something about summer that I never seem to want to let go. The long, lazy days, the heat of the sun, the warm breeze through the luscious greenery. There's something so innocent and childlike about summer, something so pregnant with possibility. 

With fall comes the cold, the return of responsibility. Even now that I've been done with school for a few years, I still feel victim to the same clock. Whether or not I actually took vacation in the summer, it feels like vacation is over. 

Jessica Valenti's Sex Object: A Memoir ... And Me

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Eight months or so ago, I discovered the work of prominent feminist writer and activist, Jessica Valenti. She’s been doing great work for several years (which, apparently, I’ve been oblivious to), including writing and co-writing six books and founding the website Feministing. After reading some of her stuff, I began eagerly anticipating the spring release of her memoir, Sex Object.

When Sex Object first came on my radar, I began frequently checking the library listings until I was able to put a hold on it. When it came in for me, it was crisp, shiny, and new in its protective plastic sleeve. I wanted to eat it.

The moment I got home, book in hand, I cracked it open and began to read. I devoured it.


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My dear friends of the blogosphere,

There has been something I have been struggling with for a while: blogging. If you've stuck around this far, thank you. But I'm sure you've noticed the distinct lack of posts over the last few months. When I have posted, there has been little to no discussion or reviews of books. 

I've been in a perpetual reading slump for months, and, instead of forcing anything, I've decided to embrace it. There are so many new and exciting things going on in my life right now that it hasn't been difficult to fill the time.  

When Adulting is Fun and Exciting… But then Reality Sets In

I don’t know if you recall, but in a previous post I mentioned that I was moving. Said move occurred two weeks ago.

This is not just any move. This is the move. The I’m-getting-my-shit-together-and-finally-moving-out-of-my-parents-house move.

At first I was hella nervous, packing my things away, wondering how it was possible for one twenty-something to have accumulated so much crap. I was scared that I would end up not getting on with my roommate, that my bedroom would be too small, that the unknown would jump out and eat me, etc. etc.

On Having a Niche (Or Not)

I don't know if you're a blogger, but I feel like many of you are. Personally, I’ve been a blogger for three years—but I really only count two of them. And yet, a lot of the time, I don't feel like a "proper” book blogger. I don't even really know what that looks like half the time, but I never really feel like that's me.

What Kind of Reader Are You?

I am a mood reader. All the way. There is no way I'm sticking to a TBR. This is especially difficult when it comes to review copies, but that's a topic for another day.

I've always been one to resist authority and obligation. I hate being told I have to do something, or feeling like I have to. Immediately all the fun is sucked out of it. This is even true of self-imposed obligations.

For example, I seriously doubt my ability to be a productive member of a book club. Even if it was a book I really wanted to read, just knowing that there was a certain date I'd have to read it by would ruin everything and get my rebellious juices going. If I did manage to get it read, I can guarantee you it was reluctantly—no matter how good the book was.

Reading Slumps, Blogger Burnout, and Quarter Life Crises

Life has been super weird lately. Things had been going pretty well, everything seeming to fall into place. Then I felt a familiar, unwelcome twinge. I could sense a shadow lurking around the corner, waiting to cover me in its darkness: a reading slump. It all started going downhill from there.

It came upon me slowly at first. Then all at once. While dipping my toes in a few good, interesting books, I found myself losing focus. I was gravitating to the television. To the mall. To friends. These things are not bad in themselves. They are pretty great, actually. But I was setting aside these great books, and pretty consistently.

He Will Be My Ruin by K.A. Tucker | TLC Book Tour

He Will Be My Ruin by K.A. Tucker

Hardcover, 352 pages
Published February 2nd, 2016 by Atria Books
Goodreads | Amazon | Indigo

Please note: A copy of this book was provided by the publisher for review as part of the book tour.

Twenty-eight-year-old Maggie Sparkes arrives in New York City to pack up what’s left of her best friend’s belongings after a suicide that has left everyone stunned. The police have deemed the evidence conclusive: Celine got into bed, downed a bottle of Xanax and a handle of Maker’s Mark, and never woke up. But when Maggie discovers secrets in the childhood lock box hidden in Celine’s apartment, she begins asking questions. Questions about the man Celine fell in love with. The man she never told anyone about, not even Maggie. The man who Celine herself claimed would be her ruin.

 On the hunt for answers that will force the police to reopen the case, Maggie uncovers more than she bargained for about Celine’s private life—and inadvertently puts herself on the radar of a killer who will stop at nothing to keep his crimes undiscovered.

Black Apple: Residential Schools and One Girl's Search for Identity | A Review

Black Apple by Joan Crate

Historical Fiction
Hardcover, 336 pages
Published March 1st 2016 by Simon & Schuster 

The idea of reviewing this book is giving me heebie-jeebies. It covers such a sensitive and complex topic. I must start this by saying my review here is not to be seen as any sort of commentary on this part of Canadian history. That is, other than the fact that it was horrible. These are my thoughts on this book.

I’m not really sure what I expected this book to be, but it’s a thoughtful bildungsroman set in Canada when residential schools were still functioning. It’s the story of a young Blackfoot girl growing up, coming into her own, and finding a place to belong. This story is about humanity and choices. It’s about one girl’s journey to reclaim herself; her search for identity when her own was stripped away from her.

Super Late April Wrap up!

April is over. May is (way) upon us. Spring has sprung, and all that jazz. Wee! 

April was a pretty strange month all around, I've gotta say. Weather wise, it was all over the place. One week there was a snow storm and schools were canceled. The next week it was 24 degrees Celsius. And then 3 days later a snow storm again. And rain. Lots of rain. Just... Very Maritime-y. I want to say that the snow is finally done, but I think I jinxed it the last time I said that. I will continue to hold out hope though! We have been getting a lot of sunny days thrown in there too so that's very nice.

Let's Catch Up: Mugs, Life, Books

Hey guys, let’s catch up. This is inspired in part by the “If We Were having Coffee” posts on The PerpetualPage-Turner

It’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve posted anything. And even when I was posting, it was pretty sporadic. I thought it was about time that we caught up. So, let’s grab a beverage and chat.

I am currently drinking a coffee out of my new Downton Abbey mug. (one cream, one sugar, in case you were wondering). If you didn’t know this about me, I have a thing for mugs. They are great! You can get them with basically anything on them, in a ton of different shapes, and they serve a really great purpose: They hold the coffee.

It’s Monday April 26th! Whatcha reading?

It's Monday April 26th! Whatcha Reading?

Hey y'all! I've been doing poorly at keeping up with my book-buying-ban-type-thing. So many books. Oh well. I also wanted to participate in the Dewey's 24 Hour Readathon but I had to work and then had previous plans! If you participated this go-round, let me know how it went for you!

This past week I was lucky enough to find a copy of The Raven King on the shelf early! Because of this, I obviously had to put whatever I’d been reading aside so I could dive into the final instalment of the Raven Cycle. It did not disappoint (for the most part). I can’t wait to see what the rest of the fans at large think! Especially of the ending. I think I will be doing a series review in the near future!

No One Knows: A Thriller by JT Ellison | A Spring She Reads Selection

No One Knows by JT Ellison

Hardcover, 368 pages
Published March 22nd, 2016 by Gallery Books

Note: A copy was provided by the publisher for my honest review as part of the She Reads blog network.

From the publisher:
The day Aubrey Hamilton’s husband is declared dead by the state of Tennessee should bring closure so she can move on with her life. But Aubrey doesn’t want to move on; she wants Josh back. It’s been five years since he disappeared, since their blissfully happy marriage—they were happy, weren’t they?—screeched to a halt and Aubrey became the prime suspect in his disappearance. Five years of emptiness, solitude, loneliness, questions. Why didn’t Josh show up at his friend’s bachelor party? Was he murdered? Did he run away? And now, all this time later, who is the mysterious yet strangely familiar figure suddenly haunting her new life?

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