Scribbles: 13 August 2017

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Weather: 79 degrees and partly cloudy.

Location: At the library front desk. Don’t worry, I’m not slacking. This weekend I am working at a yearbook camp. My job is to watch the artwork in the library and be generally helpful. Since the camp is paying me and not the library, I’m not allowed to work on my library work.

Reading: I finished The Hate U Give last week and I’m trying to wrap my head around a review. I’m currently reading Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen and Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer.

Listening: Still crazy over Arcade Fire’s newest album, but now I’m listening to the track “All Your Money on Me” over and over.

Cooking: Meals planned for this week involve pumpkin pancakes, spicy Thai noodles with tofu, and corn and potato chowder.

Blogging: Oh I have great plans for blogging, but life is intervening in a big way. Maybe I’ll get to do another video one day?

Work: Jesus Christ I am so behind at work. I keep getting new stuff piled on and I’m a bit of a perfectionist. This equals anxiety times a million.

School: School starts tomorrow and in true Hermione Granger fashion I’ve already drawn up a study schedule.

Plans for the night: Laundry. Journaling. Something simple for dinner and then sleep.

Plans for this week: Last week was hell. I cannot share the details, but it is bad. It will get better, but this week it will take loads of coffee and fortitude to make it through the week.

Happier plans include lunch with a friend. Therapy. Study time. Maybe some reading.

Hope you all have an awesome week! 

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A Belated August TBR

I’m so late posting my TBR for August, but at least I’m finally posting.

I am working a long weekend this month for an outside (non-library) event at the library and my job is to watch the building and be generally helpful. I end up with long stretches of time on the front desk with nothing to do. Since this outside contractor pays me to stay in the building, I’m not allowed to work on my library related duties. This translates into hours on the desk with nothing to do but read. YAY! It is a good thing that I have this long weekend of reading. My new semester of graduate studies begins on August 14th. I have no idea how much time I’ll get to devote to reading, but I do love to imagine I’ll read all sorts of books. A girl can dream, right?

Hmmmm, I’m noticing that five of these books are re-reads for me. Can you guess which books are new to me?

Happy August reading, y’all. September 1st I go into full autumn mode (hot Georgia weather be damned). Get ready for it!

Hunger: a memoir of (my) body by Roxane Gay

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“This is a memoir of (my) body because, more often than not, stories of bodies like mine are ignored or dismissed or derided. People see bodies like mine and make their assumptions. They think they know the why of my body. They do not.”
― Roxane Gay, Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body

About a month ago I saw Roxane Gay speak in Athens, Georgia. I purchased her latest book, Hunger: a memoir of (my) body, at the reading and she signed it. I was starstruck by her tenacity, warmness, humor, and brilliance. I thought Hunger would be a book that I could zip through with ease in the space of a few hours. That was not the case.

The book has been everywhere in the media and to do a synopses is overly simplistic and difficult to phrase. In Hunger, Gay writes about weight, her family, trauma, sexism, racism, love, sexuality, success, struggle, and a myriad of other topics in short, stomach-punchingly beautiful vignettes.

Often I would read a few pages, put the books down, and weep. There is so much in this book that speaks to my own trauma and my own fraught relationship with my body. It felt like being recognized. That feelings I never articulated because they were too painful or left me feeling too vulnerable were eloquently and sharply written.

A review like this is difficult to write. I’m making more of an effort to keep my story private and in trying to review this book I keep thinking, “yes, and this too.”

I will say that this memoir is not just for those of us who are fat. I can see this feeling of wanting so badly to be accepted the way you are striking against the feeling of wanting to change or blend or not be so different speaking to all sorts of bodies, genders, and sexual orientations.

It was a difficult, yet empowering read and this brief review does not do it justice.