There's something comforting about being around an amass of books. It feels like home.
Many people say they aren't readers. While that might be true for some a lot of the problem lies in "who gets to say what." So many voices have been intentionally kept out of the storytelling process. The literary pipeline from writers to editors and agents has always had a gatekeeping problem. White supremacy & racism, cis-sexism, xenophobia, and heteropatriarchy taint everything they touch and are so pervasive they touch everywhere. There are lots of hardworking folks pushing back hard to help get more voices than the "classics" (let's be honest the majority of which is "old white straight dudes pontificating to make themselves sound smart.")
Books could be home for everybody if we widened the scope of the words being supported, promoted, and read. It is my goal to use my love of books to curate lists of shit people will actually want to read. About 90% of the books on these lists are books I have already read. I vouch hard for these beauties because they deserve it. They all have touched something in me. Expanding our worldview can only expand our ideas of what is possible.
About me: Kate Carey (she/her) is a fat queer polyamorous slut who sometimes spends whole weekends curled up in bed because feelings are hard and stuff. Mostly a poet, she has been dabbling in creative nonfiction, including in-progress memoir. A participant of A Room of Her Own's 2015 Women's Writing Retreat in New Mexico, and Hobart Bookvillage's annual Festival of Women Writers since 2016, she is strengthened by the connections forged there that continue to thrive today. You can find Kate's words in publications such as Dying Dahlia Review and Minerva Rising Press. Learn more about through her website https://katemcarey.com/