The books on my nightstand have been piling up lately. I’ve let things get a little carried away. But I love every second of it. Last night I already read two and a half of the texts pictured here, and I can’t wait to devour more of them this month.
When I went to the Lambda Literary Awards this year for the first time, I interviewed a number of the past and present winners and nominees about where and how they find, or found, queer literature past and present, and also how they felt about how they find queer literature today. There were many differing opinions and viewpoints.
I love the process of finding the next book, of finding the next thing to read, of taking recommendations, of not taking them, of finding something else on the way to that other book. I have a kind of astrological belief in the books I read, like the one I’m reading now is precisely the one that I need to be reading right now. That the information I’m going to find there is precisely the thing that the universe needed to tell me.
Books have been profound companions, teachers, and world openers for me. I look forward to many more piles like this in my life.
