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.
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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
After finishing a book, I kiss its front page and sob quietly. I hold it tight and cradle it like a baby. It's my farewell ritual. Afterwards, I don't know if I can find another book that can satisfy the last one I've just read.
me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have another idea
I mean, a fictional widowed lawyer who reads a lot and advocates for racial justice is sexy as hell
atticus finch is a dilf
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.
Bookworm vocabulary: Abibliophobia is the fear of running out of reading material. Bibliosmia is the love of the smell of old books. Tsundoku (Japanese) means to let reading materials pile up in one's home and never read them.
It happens way too often.
From Ruby Redfort: Look Into My Eyes by Lauren Child
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