Becoming Shelf Aware
Literature is something I have always loved. By the time I reached university, I could quote Fitzgerald lines about mysterious green light or the elusive American Dream but the only women in my favourite books were objects of desire or disdain. I was a strident feminist, posters on my wall, proud attendee of Slut Walk and yet, my reading didn’t match. I was stuck reading books I was told were ‘classics’ or ‘essential reading’ without realising none of them contained any women like me. During an English Literature class in my third...
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