wednesday

A whole bunch of book-adjacent bullshit, prompted by #1 on the list:

1. I am sick and the DayQuil wore off, I do not like it.

2. A couple people in my IRL circle have been recommending Rosenberg's Confessions of the Fox to me. I feel complicated about this, because I have reason to believe I won't like it (sea_changed 's commentary from last year, and Bogi Takac's review, among others). I read Maggie Stiefvater's Raven Cycle books under similar circumstances (important and queer to someone I was close with), and I found them adequate, at best, and really hardly even that. I don't feel like I'm good at dealing with that -- "I know you loved this book but I did not care about the things you cared about in it at all." Although, that friend, in retrospect, was really pretty shitty about me not being into Raven Cycle, so maybe that isn't me after all. In any case, it makes me concerned about Fox, and having to generate excuses about why a meaningful-to-trans-people trans narrative is not meaningful to me.

3. That said, my other reading material has been great recently; I'm pulling from the Lambda Literary awards list for quality books to order from the physical library (particularly excited about Disoriental, Négar Djavadi) and a metric ton of romance novels from Libby for "I'm tired" books, and some Tamora Pierce re-reads.

4. I am moving to a new city quite soon (!) and both of my future roommates are queer librarians (!!) with three cats (!!!) and are upsettingly cute (!!!!) (we follow each other on Instagram).