A Gentlemen's Guide to Vice and Virtue is the story of a "gentlemen" in 1700s England who embarks on a tour of the continent with his best friend/crush. I would like to state for the record that when I first suggested this book I didn't realize that Masika also hates sick lit in addition to most romance writing. UH, WHOOPS. In case you haven't read The Gentlemen's Guide to Vice and Virtue, it's definitely got a sick lit factor to it. I mean, it's no The Fault in our Stars, but the characters certainly have illness of the non-flu variety to overcome. This particular book also includes a frequently unlikable and occasionally unreliable narrator. I, personally, enjoyed Monty greatly. Masika did not feel the same way. Read her comments over on her blog. 

As Masika's thoughts show, my rec was not a smash hit by any means, but I wasn't entirely surprised...especially once I realized that Masika actively avoids sick lit and coming of age stories. I was surprised that Masika found the plot of this book predictable and felt that the character didn't earn his redemption--I was never bored once by the plot of this book and I felt Monty's character arced quite successfully. This leaves a lot to unpack about the different ways we read character and plot and what we expect from plotlines and character development. Good thing we're launching a blog series to examine the differences in our reading tastes.

And so Masika survived reading my YA romance rec without running into any wildlife with her car. Did I survive her horror rec? Keep on to find out...

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Masika recced me the book 14 by Peter Clines. I hate all things labeled "horror" and actively avoid this genre in general, so this book seemed like a good suggestion for our project. According to Masika, this book is a weird fic mystery within the horror genre and would hopefully dispel me of the notion that all horror is filled with mangled body parts. Masika described the plot as such: "a dude with a boring code-monkey job discovers his hidden aspirations when he moves into a building that seems to have some of its own." Okay, there's some intrigue there. I was into that. Except that she also suggested I read this one on audiobook, and quite frankly I hate audiobooks with every fiber of my being. Nothing personal against those who love them--I just don't. But hey, a challenge is a challenge. I put on my Barney Stinson face and accepted it. 

My thoughts on 14 are below, and they're actually more concise than I usually am. It's a July miracle. 

How did you access the book? (Audio book, paper, ebook, etc.) How would you rate the experience? * Was a specific format recommended, and why?
Masika suggested this on audiobook. I am generally not an audiobook person but I figured I’d give it a shot. That part of the experiment sort of failed. The audiobook itself was excellent--great voice acting--but I am really just not into audiobooks and couldn’t motivate myself to finish the book in that format. I ended up reading 14 in a combination of audiobook/ebook formats. 

Create a standard “elevator pitch” for this book (e.g. “Star Wars” meets Moby Dick).
Hmmm. Not sure. It reminded me a lot of a Dr. Who episode. Maybe Stephen King meets Dr. Who? 

How would you rate the plot? Why? 
3 out of 5. Once it got going it was great, but the pacing felt very slow at the beginning. 

How would you rate the character building? Why?
3 out of 5 again. Some of the characters were developed quite well...but there were many more superfluous characters in the book who seemed all but forgotten. Like this one character named Mandy. I still can’t figure out the point of her existence. 

How would you rate the setting creation? Why? Was it about establishing setting or about world building?
5/5. This was definitely my favorite part of the book. The descriptive qualities in the writing were very strong. 

How would you rate the work the author did creating theme? Why? 
Probably 4 out of 5. This one’s tricky. The theme work felt unfinished to me...but it turns out this book is part of a series, so I now suspect that was intentional. 

How would you rate the author’s choice of point of view? Why? 
3 out of 5 again. The author would sometimes switch from limited to omniscient points of view. This frequently threw me off as a reader. 

What impression did this book give you of the genres it’s written in? 
I think I’ve always thought of horror as writing that was filled with guts and gore. This was definitely not that at all. It reminded me that the horror genre is bigger than I give it credit for, and it showed me ways that horror can successfully merge with other genres to create an even bigger and more successful world for itself. 

Does this book make you want to read more from the author?
Yes. I think I'm going to give the sequel a shot. 

Does this book make you want to read more within this genre? 
It definitely made me want to check out more horror writing.

Would you recommend this book to others? 
Yes, I think so. I’d definitely recommend the audiobook to those who really like audiobooks. The narrator for the audiobook was fantastic. It’s too bad I apparently have the listening comprehension of a goldfish.

So, yes. I read a horror novel and I didn't die (though it is distinctly possible some characters did). I may actually read more horror in the future. I will definitely seek out more from Peter Clines, as this book reminded me a lot of a Dr. Who episode, and I'm having withdrawal now that Amazon Prime won't let me access the Jodi Whittaker episodes. 

One interesting thing Masika pointed out is as we were talking about these books is that I likely missed many of the "Easter eggs" in this book, particularly the references to H.P. Lovecraft's work, and that may be why the book felt unfinished to me when it did not to her. Genre fiction is fascinating to me in its ability to build upon itself and create niches and holes for its readers through repeated expectations, tropes, plot lines, and allusions. I no doubt missed many allusions while reading 14. (Apparently the number of legs the cockroaches have means something...?) And Masika told me during the course of this process that she just straight up dislikes the "happy ending" requirement of the romance genre.  Reading a genre begets more or less reading of the genre, depending on your interests and expectations, and these interests and expectations can change over time the more you read within a genre. That's something I never forget when I recommend books to students, but sometimes I forget it when choosing my own reading material. The "happy ending" element of the romance novel is something I love about that genre--but why? Did my love of happy endings lead to the love of the romance genre, or was it the other way around? 

And just like that, the first round of Don't Judge a Book by its Genre is over. Now I'm off to Australia, where any blogging I do will likely be about kangaroos. While I'm there, I'll be reading Masika's next rec, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler by Italo Calvino. Masika says she suggested it because this book is centered on thoughts and avoids feelings--and Masika knows how much I love a reading world mired in feelings. I, therefore, suggested she read a book that made me cry at least nine times: Far from the Tree by Robin Benway. We'll see if Masika can handle the emotional upheaval that appears every two sentences in that book. Watch this space, and in the meantime, go check out Masika's corner of the internet.

Scene from my therapist’s office the other day:

Me: So when I think about my career and all the genres I write in, like YA contemporary and YA romance and romance in general--

Her: Wait, you write romance?

Me: Uh, yeah. (P.S. I write lots of different things under different names and I ghostwrite stuff…FYI I am super crazy talented.)

Her: *Laughs nervously* I guess I’m just surprised…you don’t seem the type. Those books are so…I mean, I can’t believe you write things like that! Oh, stable boy, stable boy!

Me: *Trying to wrap my head around the fact that my therapist just mocked my career* Um, I’ve never written about a stable boy…? I like writing romance. And reading it. All kinds of it.

Her: Wow. I just can’t imagine you writing anything that shallow.

Other people reading this might be shocked that this conversation occurred. I was not. When you write in the genres I tend to write across—young adult, young adult romance, middle grade, adult romance—you get used to people telling you that your work is somehow lesser-than all the stuff piling up in the “Literature & Fiction” section at Barnes and Noble. I remember one of my friends in college mocking me for reading Holes by Louis Sachar, the critically-acclaimed middle grade novel. “Why do you read all that junk anyway?” he asked. (Here I could go into a long rant about the unfair reasons why we judge certain genres of reading more harshly than others, but many other people have written on that topic far better than I ever will. I think I’ll just hold this rant to being annoyed by book snobbery in general.)

There’s a reason e-readers took over the world, and that reason is book snobbery. Romance novels hit sales high points after the Kindle came out, and this wasn’t an accident: people were finally able to read whatever they wanted without anyone judging their covers. I’ve gotten so used to book-judging permeating the corners of my life that I just accept it these days. Honestly, I probably won’t even drop my therapist. She’s helped me make some important breakthroughs regarding my teeth grinding habit and also I already know where her office is. The process of Google mapping another therapist just sounds exhausting. Plus it’s not like what she said hasn’t already been said by at least five other people I still eat dinner with on a regular basis.
 
Still, a message out there to all of you who think your books are better than the ones I choose to read and write: you’re ruining reading for the rest of us. Not for me, actually—I’ll keep reading whatever I like to read, thanks. I have no problem going between that MG novel on my bookshelf and the new title from the literature bestseller list and also a book filled with people who dare to fall in love and have a pre-determined happy ending (gasp). I have a Kindle to handle the likes of all of you. The real problem here is that you’re ruining reading for the people who need to read the most: CHILDREN.

Book snobbery is no less pervasive in K-12 schools and the homes of children and teens than my therapist’s office. Actually, it’s ten times worse. “You let your students read graphic novels? But those aren’t real books, are they?” “My kid reads a lot, but mostly just Diary of a Wimpy Kid, so I’m worried.” “I hope my kid’s teacher starts teaching some real books next year. You know, classics. Maybe Dickens.” I hope no one tells Person #3 that Dickens wrote most of his stuff in serial form. Stephen King does that too, you know!

For years we’ve been telling kids what not to read. What’s not hard enough or important enough or “smart” enough. Then we turn around and get angry when they don’t want to read at all and would rather play Minecraft or whatever game I am currently too uncool to know about. It’s a mixed message that’s definitely not doing us any favors. I don’t love to read today because someone handed me a steady diet of Truman Capote when I was seven. I love to read because someone gave me a Baby-Sitters Club book once and I didn’t stop until I’d read all of them. Then I just kept going.

Basically, what I’m trying to say here is this: if you’re a book-judger, you crush my soul. But more importantly, you are probably crushing the soul of a smaller human out there who just wants to read their comic book without being treated like they have leprosy. Nobody owns reading, except possibly Hachette, and even they know that people’s reading tastes are wide and varied and should never be limited by what someone else seems to be “the right reading.” In fact, they’ve made about a bazillion dollars off the idea that people like to read different things. No one in that publishing house is afraid of a stable boy or five.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go write a scene where some people kiss. And possibly find a new therapist.
               
                

So I've been on a bit of a young adult romance/middle grade humor kick when it comes to reading lately. Some people might think this is a strange combination. Those people have obviously never met me. In case you need a good read, here are some book recommendations from the @rileyandjohannareadstuff Instagram account. It turns out I'm way behind on updating this blog with book recs, so more will likely be coming very soon. Let me know if you've read anything lately that I should be adding to my TBR list. 

It's official. I can confirm that I will not be winning National Novel Writing Month this year. It’s cool, though. I’m not super bitter. I only made four dozen of sugar cookies the other night and ate six of them in fifteen minutes.

Actually, in all seriousness, I’ve decided not to self-shame my NaNo miss this year. Mostly I just ate those cookies because hi, that much butter and sugar mixed together really can’t be unenjoyable. Here’s a list of reasons why I’m holding my head up high despite the fact that I did not reach my NaNo writing goal this month.
 
The writing I did do? I’m really proud of it.
I’m said it before and I’ll say it again: NaNo is fantastic at forcing me to get my writing life in gear. I’ve been sort of moping between projects since I finished my last big piece of writing, and this challenge forced me to find something I wanted to write and invest some serious time into it. Yeah, I haven’t finished writing this new novel yet, but it’s looking like I will. I’m not sure I would have even tackled this project at all without NaNo pushing me to try, so I’m grateful I had that push. I currently have the beginnings of a new writing project I’m very excited about, and that matters.

Sometimes writing can’t be the top priority.
I had the opportunity to visit my family—who live two thousand miles away from me—during Thanksgiving vacation this year. I can’t even remember the last time I spent a holiday with them, and I made the executive decision a few weeks ago that I would not write while I was visiting them…even if that meant I missed hitting my NaNo goals. I stuck to that decision and I stand by it. That novel isn’t moving off my hard drive anytime soon, but who knows how many more holidays I’ll get to spend with the people I love?

Sometimes November just isn’t your NaNo month.
It’s interesting to note that I’ve only successfully ever pulled off NaNo once…but I have written 50k within a month several other times. Just not within the month of November. November, it turns out, isn’t always the best month for me to take on this type of challenge. It’s a busy month in my teaching life, it often includes commitments with friends and family, blah blah blah. There’s no shame in declaring that November isn’t a great month for you to write fifty thousand words and taking on that challenge in July instead. I wasn’t any less proud when I once completed this challenge in August. So if things didn’t work out for you this month, don’t be afraid to try again in December or January. Just because the whole rest of the country won’t be talking about NaNo anymore doesn’t mean you can’t.

Self-shaming is kind of the worst anyway.
I am a terrible shelf-shamer. After I ate those cookies I berated myself for like an hour…and that’s not healthy. I’m trying to cut down on all my self-shaming these days, and that has to include writing. So instead of shaming myself for not meeting my NaNo goal this year, I’m choosing to be proud of the work I did accomplish. I may not have won at NaNo, but I like to like to think I won at Novembering in 2018.
 
Not all challenges end with blue ribbons and success speeches. Such is life. I’m moving on and looking forward, and I’m not leaving this November behind with any regrets.
 

For me, one of the best parts about National Novel Writing Month is that it forces me to write. When I don’t feel like it, when the muses aren’t singing, when my story ideas are terrible, when the words aren’t coming out. It forces me to set goals and hold myself accountable to them no matter what. 
 
And sometimes, even when the resulting writing is terrible, it turns into something not-terrible.
 
On November 1st of this month I started writing a novel that I’ve been plotting for a while. I felt only mildly excited about the story concept, but whatever. It seemed like I had possibly exhausted my creative juices on The Novel Just Before This, so I figured I’d give this idea a go and see what happened.
 
Five thousand words in, it was not good.
 
Eight thousand words in, it was terrible.
 
But I was writing. Regularly—which is something I have struggled to do since I finished my last manuscript. So whatever; I kept writing it. And around ten thousand words in, something excellent happened: the whole book went off the rails.
 
Around midnight on day six of NaNo I had an epiphany: the concept for the book was terrible and trite and had already been done twelve thousand times. I was utterly unoriginal. But wait! If I just changed this…and this…and this….
 
Now THAT was a book I looked forward to writing.
 
I awoke the next morning with renewed vigor. Some vim, even.  I did a Thing I Never Do and wrote a few scenes from this newly conceived book completely out of order, something author Holly Schindler suggested a while ago that I’ve been wanting to try. And guess what: magic happened. The characters made sense. They were not longer the cardboard stereotypes I’d been slowly writing them into. The plot had actual things happen now.

Of course, I am now four thousand words behind schedule because I had to go back and completely rewrite the entire beginning of the book. That's cool, though, because now those ten thousand words aren't absolutely the worst things I have ever written. I could not be more excited to have a book I am writing change its mind and decide it wants to go in a completely different direction. I’m so happy I kept writing this stupid thing even when I knew it was terrible. I’m so happy I gave myself a chance to let it un-terrible itself.
 
I mean, I could still screw this up. Who knows what I can do to the theme and setting and characters arcs in this baby as time goes on. But for the moment, I have faith in this manuscript again. I am going to apply myself to it with the same level of excitement that I apply to drinking a peanut butter milkshake (highly underrated flavor, fight me if you disagree) and see what comes of all this.
 
Good job, NaNo.  Way to make me hate and then love writing again, and all in the first week. I can’t wait to see where we are on day 30. 

It’s officially day two of National Novel Writing Month. Things that have so far occurred to me since NaNo 2018 began:

1. 1. It is incredibly cruel to start a writing challenge on a day when I am basically swimming in leftover Halloween candy. I’m only three chapters into this book and I’ve already eaten twelve packs of Skittles and more Almond Joys than anyone should readily admit to eating.


2. 2. For some reason, November is the month when we are all apparently supposed to accomplish something. Since yesterday the internet has challenged me to do the following in the next month: write a novel, de-clutter my house, achieve perfect mental health, and master Pilates. When did November get so ambitious?


3. It’s a lot easier to write a novel in a month when your muse is on your side.
4. Setting daily word count goals is more fun if you get Skittles when you meet then.
5. I am possibly going to have to buy more Skittles.
6. I am possibly going to have to sign up for more Zumba classes so I can eat more Skittles.

 
Happy NaNo, everyone! Hope your characters are cooperating and your settings are as beautiful on paper as they are in your head.  

It’s that time of the year again…time to talk all things National Novel Writing Month. It feels strange to be writing a blog about NaNoWriMo while the world continues to fall apart around us. But as many wiser authors have said before me, one of the best ways to get ideas, conversations, and solutions out into the world is by writing books. So with that said: who’s in for NaNoWriMo this year?

In case you don't live on Twitter, National Novel Writing Month (aka NaNoWriMo) is this strange time when a whole bunch of writers across the country all try to write a novel in a month. It happens in November. I imagine a good portion of the country stops sleeping. I’ve done NaNo before, and it’s an amazing experience. While it intermittently makes me want to stick needles in my eyes, it definitely pushes you to build your writing discipline and hold yourself to deadlines. I wasn’t going to do NaNo this year because I accidentally sort of just did my own NaNo in September…a muse attacked, which is basically the best thing that can happen to a writer, and I churned out more writing than I had in months. BUT THEN. This idea for the sequel came to me.
 
So I think I’m going to try writing that sequel in November.
 
Right now I’m in what I call “NaNo prep mode,” which is basically where I spend a few weeks obsessing about all the ways I can pre-plan my NaNo project in order to make the experience better. You know, so I can throw the whole plan out in the first week of November when I decide it isn’t working. Super productive, right?
 
Anyway, in case you too are a writing masochist and are considering taking on NaNo this year, here are some things I like to have planned ahead of time.

1. Character sketches
When one is trying to write 50,000 words in a month, one hardly wants to waste time figuring out what color hair their MC has. One’s time would be better spent figuring out why one is referring to oneself with such a ridiculous pronoun.
 
2. General plot outlines
I’m not talking a detailed chapter-by-chapter summary here, unless that’s how your brain rolls. My brain works well in acts, so right now I’m just sketching out the general arc for the three acts of my novel. Obviously things will change as I go, but at least I’ll have some general directions to steer my characters in while I’m sobbing over my computer every morning.
 
3. A writing schedule and goals
Writing 50k in a month can feel overwhelming if you haven’t broken down how you’re going to tackle that on a daily or weekly basis. Are you going to shoot for 2k a day every day? 13k every weekend? 5k three times a week? It helps me to plan what my smaller writing goals are and then block the days and times on the calendar when I will be doing nothing but frantically typing. Obviously I can’t stick to the same schedule every single week—Thanksgiving is the great interrupter of NaNo schedules everywhere—but if I know my word deadlines for each week, I know I can always adjust my writing times and days accordingly.
 
4. Ice cream deliveries
I love NaNo, but it can be a rough go if the muses aren’t working in your favor. It definitely forces you to put your characters on paper when they just don’t want to be there. So stock up on whatever gets you through the rough times, and don't be afraid to up your calorie intake where necessary. 
 
5. Accountability
I am basically a non-functioning human if someone isn’t holding me accountable for my goals, so I know I need wider accountability when I launch projects like this. With some projects, I’ve sent my weekly writing to a friend on certain days. Some people join NaNo groups where everyone posts and shares their word counts on a regular basis. Between Twitter, Tumblr, Facebook, and Insta, there is no shortage of places where you can publicly or privately share your writing goals with others and give yourself some accountability.
 
This time, I’m trying out a different type of accountability: I’m holding myself accountable through this blog. A few times a week I’ll update here with my progress (or lack thereof). Because for some reason right now it seems like a great idea to add more writing on top of my NaNo goals themselves. We’ll see how long that feeling lasts.
 
So, who’s in? Join the masochism and finally write that novel you've been talking about writing for months. Come NaNo with us, and in December we can all whine together about what a terrible idea it was. 

​Fall is kind of the worst.
 
I admire people who love fall. I don’t understand them, but I admire them. I wish I was one of those people who loved fall. I wish I loved sweaters and boots and scarves and cinnamon and pumpkin and yellow leaves as much as the average American seems to. I’m from Vermont, for goodness’ sake. Early on in life the Vermont Tourism Board drips into our blood, via pints of maple syrup, the assertion that we must love fall.
 
Didn’t work on me, though.
 
I remember, as a young child, dreading the first change of leaves on the trees near my house. Yellow leaves meant one thing: summer was coming to an end. Soon there would be no more swimming, no more hot sunny days, no more long hours of reading and running to my heart’s content. Changing leaves meant that soon I’d be waiting for the school bus in the dark while wrapped up in at least three layers of sweaters and coats. Soon I’d be milking cows in below-freezing temperatures (it’s about as fun as it sounds). Soon I’d be walking through three-foot snow drifts on a fairly regular basis, trying desperately—and always unsuccessfully—to keep my socks dry.
 
I live in Colorado now, where winter isn’t quite as ominous as it was in Vermont. Sun actually makes some appearances between the months of October and April, and snow doesn’t stubbornly refuse to ever leave again once it appears on the ground. Still, I think I will forever associate fall with what the season actually symbolizes: death. Death of long, bright days and beautiful gardens. Death of shimmering lakes and days spent reading in front of them. Death of paddleboarding and camping. Death death death death death.
 
I know--I'm not exactly rolling in cheer today. But in my defense, I tried to turn our heat on this morning and nothing happened. So now I've got a space heater trained on me while I type and I'm crossing my fingers that the HVAC people can squeeze us in somewhere between all the other people who were dropped into this needlessly frigid season with a furnace that decided to take a very unfortunately-timed vacation. 
 
This year I decided to try and embrace fall. I learned to make homemade applesauce with the apples that have been falling incessantly off the tree in our backyard. I made my own butternut squash soup with the squash from my husband’s garden. I’ve been trying to enjoy pulling sweaters out of the back of my closet again and wearing them for the first time in months. I have tickets to see a hockey game this week. See? I keep subconsciously trying to remind myself. You like fall things! Fall WILL be fun this year!
 
So far? No dice. I still don’t like this season. I'm cold, it's already getting dark and it's not even six o'clock, soup is great but I can eat soup in the summer if I want, and hockey is always exciting, but why do I have to drive through the early fall snowstorm that’s predicted for this weekend just to get home from the game? 
 
Please tell me, fall fans, because I just don’t get it: how is pumpkin spice worth any of this trouble? 

Have you seen this poll? The one referenced in the picture above? The one that says only 55% of people between the ages of 30 and 49 will vote this November? 

Every fall there's a lot of talk about whether or not people in the 18-29 age bracket are going to vote in the upcoming election. Will the millennials show up? Are the young people finally going to bring their avocado toast with them to the polls?* It’s an important conversation. And if you’re between the ages of 18 and 29, you should definitely vote this year. But I’d like to shift the conversation for just a minute and talk about my age bracket: hello, everyone between the ages of 30 and 49.

First of all, if you’re in my bracket, congratulations on surviving the switch-over from AOL to SnapChat. These last twenty years have been nuts, am I right? Also, hi, weren’t we all just watching a Supreme Court nominee defend themselves against sexual misconduct allegations like five minutes ago? Never mind, I was actually a little kid. But there are definitely a lot of oddities that come with being part of this generation, whatever the heck people are calling us these days. And here’s one more oddity for us all to consider: only 55% of us are predicted to vote in the midterms this year.

When I see statistics like this, I feel the urge to parse why only a little more than half of people in my age bracket are voting. Shouldn’t we be the voters? The ones every politician wants in their back pocket? Shouldn’t we be showing up in droves? We’re the ones who are raising kids and Border Collies and trying to make house payments. We’ve got a lot to lose and a lot to gain from every election. So why are only 55% of us bothering with the process?

I have theories. I am curious if any of them could be right.
 
Theory #1: Middle child syndrome
The over-fifties get all the credit for showing up to vote (Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!) and the millennials are all over every news broadcast while people try to figure out how to get them to register. (Cindy, your pigtails are ugly.) But no one ever pays any attention to us. Do we not vote because no one ever reminds us to? Because no one ever seems to notice if we do or not?

Poor, poor Jans.
 
Theory #2: We’re still trying to figure out where we fit into America
This theory might get a little bit on the existential side, so bear with me. We, thirty to forty-niners, are the generation that had to make the inevitable transition from Oregon Trail to iPads. We’re the ones with feet in several different worlds. None of us know what it’s like to grow up without technology, and none of us know what it’s like to grow up completely immersed it in. In a way, we have always lived in a strange go-between of the two places.

In a world where politics has been entirely rewritten by the changing face of technology, we’ve always just been sort of along for the ride. I wonder if that’s left some of us unsure how to navigate things like political conversations and opinions. I’m still trying to figure out what my Facebook ratio of cats to recipes to politics is supposed be, and I didn’t even get a chance to figure it out with MySpace before that poor thing bit the dust. Is it possible that many of us stay out of politics because it’s just one more thing that’s hard to navigate across a scope of societal changes we had to lead the charge on?
 
Theory #3: We started complacent, so we stay complacent
I sometimes wonder if our voting apathy has something to do with the time period we all grew up in. 9/11 changed the political face of the country, and before that, the politics of the 80s and 90s had a different tone and different implications. Student loans didn’t look the way they do now, and neither did mortgages. That was also the golden age of “we’re post-racial,” so issues like racism and classism were often ignored despite the insane amounts of institutional racism and classism which permeated both decades. I wonder: is it possible that a lot of us--especially those of us who are white and were either working, middle, or upper class at the time--weren’t incentivized to care about politics when we were younger, and we’ve never been able to pick up the habit of caring? Or am I completely off here? Did all of us care more than I think we did back then, and now we’ve just given up?
 

In the end, I do not know why only 55% of people around my age will probably vote this coming November. Maybe every single one of these theories is off. But I wish I understood why, as the country begs and pleads my college students to vote, more of my own peers don’t show up at the polls.**


 


*For the record, I absolutely love avocado toast.
​**If you’ve got ideas, share ‘em. Then we can all sit around and play Oregon Trail afterward, right before we update our voter registration together.

I bring you: some Friday book recs from the @rileyandjohannareadstuff Instagram account.Today's list includes marathon runners, hockey players who make a lot of pie, and eighteenth century rakes. What's everyone else reading right now? I have a library trip coming up, and suggestions are always appreciated. :) 
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