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World Book Day

World Book Day

It’s World Book Day! With this in mind, I wanted to share a few of my favourite books, all of which have changed my life in some way.

I love so many books so it was hard to choose, but these are some that are stuck in my mind at the moment. The power of reading is something that never ceases to amaze me, and I’m grateful every day for the books I have the opportunity to read, especially when many in the world are not so lucky.

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

Oranges are Not the Only Fruit, Jeanette Winterson

Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

Orlando, Virginia Woolf

I haven’t included links to buy the books because I would strongly recommend that you support your local book shops, charity shops and libraries if you can.

Now I’m off to finish the day with some yoga and reading – currently¬†What I Talk About When I Talk About Running¬†by Haruki Murakami.

Oranges are not the Only Fruit

Oranges are not the Only Fruit

Today I finished Oranges are not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson. What a CRACKING book (I’ll admit I probably don’t have a career ahead of me as a book reviewer).

Quite apart from the fact that it highlights the impact of the church on women and LGBT, it’s a flipping excellent look at female fear of the body. Jeanette’s mother isn’t repulsed by her daughter being a lesbian, far more importantly, she is repulsed by her being free with her body, whoever that might be with.

I think this is a pretty common phenomenon, not just amongst controlling mothers, but in young women themselves. The amount of girls I know who are uncomfortable naked, or admitting they might have ever had sex, or *shock horror* even masturbated.

It scares me that people are living in fear of themselves – you aren’t a mind with a body, it’s a part of you. Embrace it, go jump about naked! And don’t even get me started on the sex shaming – sex is NORMAL, people, it’s allowed to be fun, you can have it with whoever you want! You don’t have to talk about it, although if you want to you should be able to, but if you have some crazy fetish and you keep it secret from everybody but the one occupying your bed, that’s all that matters, because you’re having fun! This goes for boys too.

I feel like I’m on some kind of sex positivity mission. I’m going to write my next essay on female acceptance of the body and sexuality, and in my head (probably not on paper) I’ll be calling it SEX HAPPENS.

Read Oranges, I think it’ll change your life. (And for a little further reading, this article from Jeanette herself.)