Okay, I must confess: I may have slightly misled you with a the title. Clickbaited, you could say, in order to entice you into what I have to say. However, it’s a half-truth, and I want to explain why. A fair warning though: it’s about to get super ranty up in here.
It’s not so much that I hate women’s fiction, or ‘chick lit’ as it’s colloquially nicknamed. I have no problem with female-led, romance-driven stories — just that they’ve been given this name that is so looked down upon. ‘Chick lit’ is seen as fluffy and frivolous, not worthy of praise or merit just because its stories predominantly focus on women and their ‘womanly’ problems.
Greetings, friends… long time no see!
You may have noticed that it’s been rather quiet around these parts, which is mainly attributed to me starting uni. I’m having a great time, learning a lot, but still slightly struggling with that work/life/uni/blog balance. This is a process though, a journey, and with a couple of events coming up and post ideas up my sleeve, hopefully I’ll be more active on here soon.
Part of doing a Creative Writing degree involves — surprise surprise — a lot of reading. Some for my course, but mostly recreational to get the creative juices flowing. As a result, I have been buying a lot more books than usual in the past month or so. In fact, I have purchased 11 books in the past 7 weeks alone. Holy moly! But I love that I now have an excuse to make more time for reading — and I’d love to share with you some of the absolute gems I’ve been accumulating.