I am reading a lot, I am reading Reyna Grande’s The Distance Between Us, I am reading I am not a feminist, a feminist manifesto by Jessa Crispin. I am reading Nombres y Animales by Rita Indiana. Before these three books I was reading some other three books, and before those…
I am also rereading Antígona González by my beloved Sara Uribe and the translation of my also beloved John Pluecker, because I am writing a paper on it, and because it has helped shape what I am working on and because, how can one not re-read this amazing book?
I am also reading two short-stories a week for my 1302 class, but ultimately for me, for my own sake.
I am reading a lot, perhaps as an attempt to escape the normality of life, perhaps to simply escape life, but oh, well.