I made some “me time” yesterday and went to the library. It’s an adventurous feeling when you go to the library and just peruse the shelves. Never knowing who you’re going to stumble upon.
I made my way to the women’s literature section, which is just such a sad state of librariness. If it’s not Nora Roberts and Nicholas Sparks crap, then it’s half of a shelving unit of feminist books.
What the Fukuiraptor, librarians? We need to up the ante on literature for ladies.
Anyway. I did run into my homegirl bell hooks, who I fell in love with in college with her book all about love. But on this particular trip to the library, I ran into her book, belonging: a culture of place. Perfect timing, eh? Right before I move to Taiwan? Her books always make me think so deeply, though. And I was in the mood to laugh. So I grabbed bell, but I also made my way to the Adult section. My favorite section.
I read a review of Chelsea Handler’s book, Lies That Chelsea Handler Told Me, on the fantastic blog Sarah Says Read. I instantly knew I loved Sarah. Anyone who reads Chelsea Handler is alright by me. I read Chelsea’s first book, My Horizontal Life, in one day and laughed/cried through the whole thing.
So I had to get this one.
Then I was making my way to the check out and a little cheesy glimmer of a rhinestone caught me eye.
And I thought, what the hell? It’s going to be an easy read. It’s going to be cute and funny, because it’s written by Dolly Parton. Why the Fukuiraptor not?
So I gots it.
I felt satisfied with my little collection of RAWResomeness that I picked up at the library. I think Chelsea, bell & Dolly show the diversity of my reading list and the diversity of my personality.
I think, in some weird way, I am still recovering from being an English Lit major. (other English Lit majors may know what I mean.) I have this sort of “Catholic guilt” if I don’t choose books that are classics or on their way to becoming classics. If the book isn’t on the “no read” list in public schools, then it’s not OK to read. If the book’s author isn’t some social outcast who refuses to conform to nonconformity, then it’s not OK to read. If the book isn’t about the struggles of some demographic in America, then it’s not OK to read.
It is OK to read Dolly Parton. Sometimes it’s OK to be a little mindless when reading. We don’t have to only read books that require deep, analytical thinking that transcends-existential-alliteration-hyperbole-theme.
(See what I did there? You’re completely thrown off and intimidated by my big literary words, aren’t you!?)
I am in recovery. And these ladies are my sponsors. With their help and the support of family and friends, I can see myself graduating from this 12-step program. Ah, the fifth step. You are the hardest one.
But it’s time for me to leave the academics back in college. It’s time for me to have fun with reading. And it’s about Fukuiraptor time.