why don’t i read more female authors?

Looking over my book shelves I’m embarrassed to admit that 75% of the books are by male authors. It makes me really sad. There must be more female authors that I can connect with. Most of the female writers I have read are contemporary and have only one published book but I anxiously await more. Muriel Barbery, Monica Drake, Tanya Egan Gibson, Alice Zeniter: more please. So much more please. There are of course, the classics that I read when I was younger. Mary Shelley, Anais Nin, Simone de Beauvoir and Anne Rice. Ok, maybe Anne Rice isn’t a modern classic, but she’s definitely a cult classic. Continue reading →

bestsellers

When I was in high school I used to brag that I didn’t own a book by a living writer with the exception of Anne Rice. When I was in college I used to boast that I didn’t own any contemporary writers besides Anne Rice and Tom Robbins. I mistakenly thought the only way to be a serious reader was to read dead authors. I reveled in reading classics and avoided anything published since I was born. Continue reading →