aka @kingrat@sfba.social. I'm following a lot of bookwyrm accounts, since that seems to be the only way to get reviews from larger servers to this small server. I make a lot of Bookwyrm lists. I will like & boost a lot of reviews that come across my feed. I will follow most bookwyrm accounts back if they review & comment. Social reading should be social.
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63% complete! Phil in SF has read 19 of 30 books.
Having grown up in late-sixties South Central Los Angeles, Gary Phillips vividly recalls stories of …
No wonder nobody gave two shits about the homeless. What hopes and dreams could you project on those poor fucks?
— The Underbelly by Gary Phillips (25%)
I think this captures a bit of why we're glued to celebrity news rather than Real Change. (The protagonist of this story is a homeless man musing about Paris Hilton at this point in the story..)
Having grown up in late-sixties South Central Los Angeles, Gary Phillips vividly recalls stories of what happened to brothers who …
Samantha Heather Mackey couldn't be more of an outsider in her small, highly selective MFA …
“Whenever I read one of Victoria’s vignettes, I always feel so dumb because I can hardly understand them at all. And then I blame myself. I think, Kira, this must be just too brilliant for you to grasp. Surely you must have missed something. Even though there’s always been this small voice inside of me that says, Um, what the fuck is this, please? This makes no sense. This is coy and this is willfully obscure and no one but Victoria will ever get this. I would in fact need to live inside Victoria’s spoiled, fragmented, lazy, pretentious little mind to get it. And who apart from us, apart from me, is going to be willing to do that? To work all night with a Victoria Decoder? Who would even care to? And then I feel like screaming JUST SAY IT. TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED. TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK THIS MEANS AND WHAT YOU DID WITH HIM EXACTLY.”
This is how I feel about this book. There's something self-referential going on here and I don't understand it.
(Percentage as measured by my Kobo. The Calibre reader says this is 83%. 🤷🏻)
Samantha Heather Mackey couldn't be more of an outsider in her small, highly selective MFA …
"I find it disorienting," I say.
Silence. A cough. Then, from Fosco, in a voice like she is diffusing an intricate potion, "Disorientation can be a very interesting space to occupy as a writer, Samantha. You should try it as an exercise over the holidays. It could be quite illuminating for you, I think."
White rural voters hold the greatest electoral sway of any demographic group in the United States, yet rural communities suffer …
Yellowjackets meets The Cloisters in this beguiling coming-of-age story about class, reinvention, and destiny, set against the backdrop of two …
Detroit is a thriving blue-collar town in the 1970s, an era when alcoholism and dysfunction thrive behind closed doors. When …
This program includes an author's note read by the author.
An unflinching investigation reveals the human rights abuses behind the …
Detroit is a thriving blue-collar town in the 1970s, an era when alcoholism and dysfunction …
This is the self-published memoir by the mother of a friend. I normally stay away from self-published books, especially from people I know. However, this involves my friend's father being the subject of an FBI manhunt after abducting my friend. It's the kind of story I don't want to pry about, but since it's in a book I'll be a looky-loo.
If something seems too good to be real, you’ve got to get out of there. …
I read Ren Hutchings' Under Fortunate Stars before. This is set in the same universe, so I expected a lot of the same. Some solid characters. A fun plot. A focus on telling a story. There's a bit of a romance happening; enough to make a relationship interesting. The bad guy is a bit of a mustache-twirler. He only makes 4 or 5 appearances though.
@Flauschbuch@bookrastinating.com I liked it. I'll post a review soon.
If something seems too good to be real, you’ve got to get out of there.
That’s the rule that Page …
