I found this Buzzfeed post.
Actually I probably was fed it by someone on Facebook.
Anyway, it was one of those quiz-like web pages that are so popular for some unknown reason. This one asked how many of the following 102 books by women authors have you read? A rollicking good time for list-y OCD folks like me. So I happily checked the ones I’d read and feverishly made a list of those I hadn’t read yet.
I’m still working my way through that utterly arbitrary list of books.
They’re mostly damn fine works of fiction and a few non-fiction.
The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros from 1984 and The Woman Warrior by Maxine Hong Kingston from 1975. Both beautifully written. The House on Mango Street reads rather like a series of short poems. Each chapter is a tiny morsel, easy to take in despite the sharpness, the shards of a tough life growing up in the Hispanic quarter of Chicago. Conversely The Warrior Woman is full of longer chapters that weave myth, legend and the harsh reality of a childhood in a Chinese immigrant household in the 50’s.
I recommend both.
You didn’t really want me to go on and on, right?