Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.
Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.
Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.
Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.
Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.
Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.
Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.
Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.
Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.
Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.
It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.
do you have any wlw books that star women of colour?
i do!
girls of paper and fire by natasha ngan
girl serpent thorn by melissa bashardoust
take a hint, dani brown by talia hibbert
the bone shard daughter by andrea stewart
the space between worlds by micaiah johnson
the true queen by zen cho
empress of forever by max gladstone
falling into place by sheryn munir
waiting on a bright moon by jy yang
the avant-guards by carly usdin & noah hayes
that could be enough by alyssa cole
abbott by saladin ahmed
a dead djinn in cairo by p djeli clark
the stars and the blackness between them by junauda petrus
the henna wars by adiba jaigirdar
you should see me in a crown by leah johnson
burning roses by s l huang
yellow rose by yoshiya nobuko
don’t date rosa santos by nina moreno
clap when you land by elizabeth acevedo
shatter the sky by rebecca kim wells
the good luck girls by charlotte nicole davis
in the vanishers’ palace by aliette de bodard
once ghosted, twice shy by alyssa cole
afterlove by tanya byrne
buuza!! by shazleen khan
motor crush by brenden fletcher
not for use in navigation by iona datt sharma
ninefox gambit by yoon ha lee
a blade so black by l l mckinney
mangos and mistletoe by adrianna herrera
patsy by nicole dennis benn
escaping exodus by nicky drayden
we set the dark on fire by tehlor kay mejia
the weight of the stars by k ancrum
ok so crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. you’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you've known them your entire life.
Yes, why can't life be just as simple as this?
“Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?”
— The Camel Club by David Baldacci
Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.
Alberto Manguel, Canadian translator and essayist
This is helpful advice!
Many of us are looking for more ways to enjoy our time at home in these stressful circumstances. Some of us have turned to books. But how can we make sure we get the most out of them?
Keep reading
Our lives would've been much better this way.
i just feel like i should’ve been whisked away to a fantasy world full of magic and adventure when i was an adolescent idk i just think it’s what i deserved.
I mean, a fictional widowed lawyer who reads a lot and advocates for racial justice is sexy as hell
atticus finch is a dilf
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