Books

Learning is the best thing for us, and the best place to look? The sequestered nooks, and all the sweet serenity of books.

That’s the great thing about books where the world ends: you can close them and look up to see a world that miraculously managed not to end while you were busy reading. You can hop back into the fray of that still-turning, still-suffering world and maybe make your own Magic Vessel Of Flickering Empathy Waiting For Lost And Lonely Souls To Find while you’re at it. Ironic as it may be, that magic is part of the glue that holds humans together.

My Rogue, My Ruin is a delightfully daring story that turns the classic tale of Robin Hood into a steamy historical romance.

No exaggeration, when I close my eyes— even for a second— I see white dresses.

If you’ve ever tried to find books that deal with sexuality in any meaningful way — or even if you’ve simply looked for a book featuring LGBTQIA characters in the first place — you’ve probably noticed a trend: Most LGBTQ media is depressing as fuck.

After dedicating all my efforts and hours of work and also spending some money to advertise and promote my “I’m Not Too Old to Give It Away" campaign, I’m spent. But on a positive note, I have learned more life/business lessons.

To paraphrase those who are in the business of writing about books: Life is too short to read anything you do not enjoy.

The Man Booker longlist is out and the list of ladies and people of color is short. Is the publishing system to blame?