Tag: nonfiction

As part of my continuing effort to learn at least a little bit about as many animals as possible in my lifetime, I recently listened to the audiobook version of Spirals in Time by Helen Scales.

Once upon a time, long before this book blog, I used to write a beauty blog. So when I heard there was a book all about eyeliner, I knew I had to pick it up!

I always thought True Crime wasn’t for me, until I read The Feather Thief last year. It turns out, I just don’t want to read about serial killers. Give me a book about a weird little guy stealing things, and I’m all in.

If you were a Horse Girl like me growing up, you probably read at least half a dozen books were a young person finds and rescues a seriously neglected horse, nurses them back to health, and then goes on to win a race or similar competition. This book is like that, but with a donkey.

In my last review, I complained that it was hard to think of a genre I’ve never read. I feel like few things better illustrate the fact that I read widely than the fact that the next book I finished after that Light Novel was a memoir about generational trauma, punk music, and bad relationship decisions set right here in Washington.

I was excited to pick this up during the 2022 Seattle Indie Bookstore Day promotion, because I wanted to read it and I was pretty confident it would be easy to fit into that year/s SAL/SPL Book Bingo. I mean, it was by a local author, it was a graphic novel, it was about history, art, a trial, it had elements of feminism, it was from a local publisher… and yet somehow I couldn’t fit it into a single dang square.

Pockets apparently started out as an idea for a dissertation, and despite being published by a mainstream publisher, it wears its academic origins on its sleeve. It takes several hundred pages to not say very much, and gets weirdly theoretical about pockets and gender.