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attempting obscurity

I mess around with writing, but deep down I'm pretty sure I'll never actually get published because I treat it like a hobby and not a passion -- I write when I have time, instead of making time to write.


When I read, I prefer YA sci-fi/ fantasy as my go-to fiction reads. I tend toward this genre because I read fiction as an escape from the daily drudge of life. YA sci/fi-fantasy usually has more upbeat/ hopeful endings, while adult fiction of any genre (except romance) tends to have more depressingly realistic endings. Sometimes I read romance novels, but I really prefer the type with plot/ character development between sex scenes, and I don't like having to hunt for them.


In non-fiction, I prefer history, biographies, psychology, gender studies, social/applied sciences, and law/ public policy.

Currently reading

Pink Brain, Blue Brain: How Small Differences Grow Into Troublesome Gaps -- And What We Can Do About It
Lise Eliot
White by Law: The Legal Construction of Race
Ian F. Haney López

Harem Wish

Harem Wish - Jan Carr This is a bit of an odd read. I liked it for the rich, evocative prose, but I didn't like the lack of a cohesive plot or any sort of meaning. It's just an odd sort of slice of one womans life, and in the end, you're not even sure what you've read -- was it a fever dream, a bad break-up fallout, the left-overs of an abusive relationship, or the story of an emotionally abusive relationship that has flip-flopped and lied to us about who's the abuser? It's a very strange, dreamy book. My favorite bits were the harem/past life bits, but in the end, the reader is left guessing and grasping at straws on whether or not even that's real.The book very aptly lives up to it's title, "Harem Wish." It's all a bit like a wish, very transient and uncertain -- if you wish hard enough, it seems real, but in the end it just slips through your fingers. That's really what this book is like for me. It feels like it ought to have a meaning, but it somehow seems to slide right by my consciousness. Maybe someone else will catch it -- maybe I'm just not the right audience.