You can find a kindle copy of Hunger here: Īnother book I recently read is by Lindy West. I absolutely recommend reading this book and I plan to read more of her books this year. Make no mistake about Roxane Gay, for she is real, and she is powerful, and she is a survivor. This is not a light read in that the subject matter can be raw and may be difficult to read, for some, but this is Roxane’s truth and it is only right that we step up and witness it. Roxane also addresses the experience of being obese, of being a black woman, of being bisexual, and so much more in her book. We all have our own stories, but the way Roxane writes about her feelings, her relationship with food, with hunger, with other people, and especially her relationship with herself resonates with me. Except, if you are a woman, then you may find yourself transfixed because maybe, just maybe, there are so many similarities in the experience of being a woman that this is the story of your life, too, in its own way. It’s Roxane’s story, her experiences, that grab you in the gut and pull you along on the ride of her life. Eventually, though, the writing style became almost like quiet white noise…nearly soothing, barely audible, and only running in the background. The sentence structure was short, almost choppy at times, and she repeated a lot of things over, and over, and over again. The content was relevant to me but the writing style wasn’t/isn’t a preferred one for me when it comes to reading books. It took a bit of time for this book to really grab me. Roxane Gay’s book Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body While I set the goal this year, I plan to continue this line of reading beyond 2018! I will post about the indigenous authors’ books I’ve been reading in a separate post, after I’ve finished reading The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline (I’m about 1/3 of the way through it right now). The first is to read more books Canadian indigenous authors and the second is to read more books by feminist/body-positive authors. I’ve set two reading goals for myself this year. I admit that I’m late to the party when it comes to reading Roxane Gay but that doesn’t make her words any less meaningful to me.