Hi M.R. Gavin,
I’m baaaacccckkkkkkkk. I’ve been reading quite a few books recently. Which isn’t unusual, except for the fact that this is pleasure reading. Not for school. Not for class or applications or professional development. Exclusively and selfishly for me.
As it’s only the second day of the New Year, I thought it still appropriate to share my favorites of 2017. Following in the footsteps of Our Lord and Savior Barack Obama, it will be a compilation of all things of importance of 2017.
Let’s kick off the list with The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. I can’t say this book was good. That seems inappropriate given the entire story is about the suicides of five sisters. But damn was it fascinating. The entire story was told from the perspective of the middle-school aged neighbor boys, thus lending itself to discussion on voice, perspective, representation, ownership, etc. Please read it.
Next on the list is 1984 by George Orwell. Once again, given its content, I can’t say the book was good. I also can’t believe I waited this long to read it. Though given current national and international affairs, it felt applicable. Can we please see the play?
I also started reading The Broadsheet, a newsletter devoted to sharing stories for, about, and by powerful women. Nothing kicks off my day like a healthy dose of empowering literature about badass women.
“The Real Slim Shady” was my most listened to song on Spotify for 2017. There’s not much I can say about that.
Langston Hughes poetry became my jam in 2017. Let America Be (America Again) was a personal favorite. If you haven’t read it yet, please do.
Word of the year: teleological.
Personal catchphrase: Do Better.
I could go on, but 2018 is fleeting and I have some Eminem to catch up on.