I’m not the biggest fan of nonfiction, partly because it’s what I have to teach in my classes. Also because, a lot of the time, I find nonfiction depressing.
But I loved Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay. I felt, as I was reading the essays, that I was in Roxane Gay’s brain, and that she was talking to me like she would a friend, and sometimes schooling me like she would a student in terrible need of a reality check.
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