Matthew reads, I guess...

So, to introduce this post, I’ll mention that the genre I most commonly read, when it comes to just my personal reading, is YA. If we want to get super specific, the G in LGBTQIA+, but I’m not opposed to any of the other letters, I just find more relatability in miss G.      And with that intro done, that nicely leads me into my point to the fact that I recently read The Sluts by Dennis Cooper. With a name like that, I wasn’t expecting anything remotely close to something YA, especially when the blurb and, I don’t remember exactly what it’s called, but the copy (the product description?) told me that this book essentially chronicled one escort’s journey and the fame/infamy that surrounded him.      Now, given that I had (semi) recently read London Triptych by Jonathan Kemp, which followed three men’s experiences with prostitution and escorting in three different time periods, part of me had the idea that it would be something similar to that since it...

I’m going to start this post off with a sentence that I thought sounded equal parts smart and pretentious, but in reality, is probably neither of those things. To quote Tiffany Pollard, “It’s nothing of the sort.”      So… My lust for reading is multi-faceted.      See? Didn’t that sound both smart and pretentious. But I meant what I said. My lust for reading is multi-faceted in that sometimes it’s there and sometimes it’s not. And sometimes I’ll see someone on Twitter or Instagram who has somehow managed to read 70 books in a year and I just wonder how they’re always reading and just how fast they’re reading. Because I’m not a fast reader by any means, but there have been books that I’ve speed read, but they don’t come all that often. And I also sometimes find myself feeling bad when I have a book that I’ve been wanting to read for the longest time, but when I do read it, I just struggle.      I’ve particularly found that I tend t...

Content Warning // Mention of suicide   Hello, it’s me, who could have seen that coming. So, I read S.T.A.G.S by M.A. Bennett, as you might have been able to gather from the title of this post. This isn’t going to be a comprehensive review or anything, it’s literally just going to be a vaguely coherent ramble of my thoughts having recently finished it.      Also, there’s going to be a spoiler warning. So, if you haven’t read this book, but want to, maybe don’t read this.       So, to jump in, right in the beginning, Greer (the narrator), says that she might be a murderer, like, this is the first line. This is immediately followed with her saying since she didn’t mean to kill, she’s manslaughterer. So, she’s saying she killed someone. And then, as the story goes on, she keeps saying “the murder”, but then the “murder” happens in the story, and, as it happens, it’s not a murder, like she says. But. Throughout the story little nods keep getting menti...