Reading
I've been trying to make a dent in my to-be-read stack, which overflows both the coffee table and designated bookshelf. One of the books that I dug out was an urban fantasy set in an alternate version of present day New York city.
The book started off well, but by the time I was fifty pages in I had a vague feeling that there was something wrong. One hundred pages in and I could see the problem--the world felt narrow and claustrophobic. Why? Because it was almost entirely inhabited by white men.
( More musings under the cut )
The book started off well, but by the time I was fifty pages in I had a vague feeling that there was something wrong. One hundred pages in and I could see the problem--the world felt narrow and claustrophobic. Why? Because it was almost entirely inhabited by white men.
( More musings under the cut )
