A Year in Reading: Lauren Michele Jackson
At the risk of being obnoxious, I checked some majors off the list this year: job, Ph.D., book—in that order. What all that mostly indicates is a joyful change in reading habit and frequency, from the skittish chapter-hopping of the scholar put to market to the languid page-turning of a person who puts pleasure first. as entwined in , , and . I read ’s delicious and wouldn’t stop talking about it. I returned to , whose historical romances I first discovered in my Nana’s basement and devoured in secret in my preteen bedroom, catching up with the gentry’s next generation in . I went back to another fave, , in reading and , books that animate all the feminist talking points on the problem of romance novels (in which “No” means “Take me, I’m yours!”).
