I have to agree with the comment that says we are all racist, because having been saturated with tv shows and news reports all my life in which the black person was almost always the bad guy, or maybe he was a pimp with a heart of gold, how can you not be brainwashed into being racist? My mom worked hard to make us understand that it’s how you treat others that matters, not what you look like on the outside, so I do have an advantage there, but the underlying white experience is that the black person is the one to look out for. My country is a disgrace, don’t you think? The American Dream was a lie, and us being the light of the world was an even bigger one. It is very disheartening to have to acknowledge that to myself.
I get a Goodreads newsletter. (Oops. It’s a BookRiot newsletter. Sorry about that.) The latest one has an article on how to compare your reading with a friend’s. There are articles here and there online about not reading a book a week, how to get through you TBR list, etc. Why? Reading is not a contest or a competition, is it? Why do I care what a friend reads compared to what I read? Or how many books anybody reads in a week, a month, a year, whatever. Unless you are reading because you have to, for work or school or whatever, reading should be a fun and relaxing enterprise. Making it into a competition, contest, comparison, seems to make it into something completely NOT what I want reading to be. I don’t keep track of every book I’ve ever read, although I used to keep track of books I wanted to read and look for in the library. Is nothing just fun anymore? Am I crazy to be bothered by this anyway? IDEK Puzzled Jean is puzzled.