I condone splurging, especially when the person doing so does not function in those ostentatious expenditures, and is caught betwixt fulfilling two reading lists. Two of the books purchased—Doerr and Ishiguro—are not a part of either list, but needed a new home; Pynchon is for next year's list—#9for2019reads
; Baldwin, Eugenides, and Whitehead were for this year—#project802018
; Ellison was, also, for this year, but, the most tragic of incidents occurred: some brazen being, some months ago, stole my copy of Invisible Man, and even better, from my library job! Consequently, I had to replace this staple, leaving aside all compunctious feelings.
One may notice this stack to be varied, albeit the absence of any women was not intentional. I dare not congratulate myself for reading more women, or more black authors this year, more than ever before; for those whom I identify with, aiming to be informed and support their history, as well as attempt to satisfy their literary preferences, may find this balance to be difficult. I do not read for an audience, nor for a platform, but, for the joy the world of reading provides. The attempt to remain unlabeled permits me to eschew falling into a category, a feeling that, without a doubt, facilitates flexibility and amelioration; this same demeanor defines my philosophy for myself as a composer of music and prose. Lest there be any misgivings on my stance, I will remain unperturbed when those, in the future, question my preference of literature and my style of composition. Better yet, may this light diatribe function as a reminder to be that which you envision for yourself.
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