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I who have never known men by Jacqueline Harpman

This book, while not long in length, leaves a very long shadow. This is a study of what it means to be human, what is hope, and how loneliness can define us.

Our protagonist is a young girl that is living with 39 other women, caged in a bunker with no windows, lights on at all times, and men patrolling them without ever interacting with them. The only voices they hear are their own. They shun the young girl, who has no memories of before being in the cage. The older women have memories, but they will not share with the girl.

One day there is an opportunity to take the keys of a distracted guard, and the women are able to unlock the cage. They are, however, uncertain of what to do. The guards seem to have disappeared. No one comes to check on them on the regular schedule or bring food. When the women find the courage to explore outside the remainder of the area surrounding the cage, they timidly emerge from underground into a desert landscape. They see nothing but barren land, and no guards. They have disappeared. The women then must decide how to move forward to take care of themselves outside the cage that men had kept them in.

SPOILERS:

To me, this is a metaphor for how women are treated by men. The men put the women, of all ages and backgrounds, into a cage to patrol them. The men controlled all parts of their lives from the definition of day and night, to what and when they eat, and who they could interact with. They guarded these women against any intruder or change. They were not allowed to be too loud, too lazy, or too anything. And they were not allowed to learn and grow.

When the cage is unlocked there are those afraid of the freedom, those that embrace it, and those that begin to make their own rules. When faced with being responsible for their own survival these women made a plan, executed it, and cared for each other with respect. The loneliness each feels even when surrounded by others is the inability to understand where they are, who they are, and why they were placed there. It is loneliness forced upon them by the men’s forceful breaking of community norms. The weight of other’s valuation of them holds them down.

We may not see the walls going up around us, we may not recognize that what we cherish is being stripped away from us. We may not recognize ourselves or those around us when we finally open our eyes. We must work together to unlock our cages, and support each other so we survive.

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Summer fun with Faeries and Serial Killers.

On vacation I want a light, fun book. I forgot to bring some with me, so I ran to the local bookstore and came home with two books – a fantasy and a romance. Just right for my mood.

First up: Emily Wilde’s Encyclopaedia of Faeries By Heather Fawcett

I first heard of this book on the Reading Glasses podcast. While not typically covering my type of reading, I thoroughly enjoy listening to these two women discussing books. I decided to take the leap with the summer book because – well why not? This is the story of a Cambridge professor, Emily Wilde, who is a bookish woman with no social skills. She is working on creating an encyclopedia of faeries. While young, she is very accomplished in her field. We follow her to the far reaches of the north to find proof of the Hidden Faeries – the most elusive of their kind. When we get there we find a tough village with gruff survivors that stick to their own. Emily struggles to connect with these people, who are the key to her studies.

Enter Emily’s less disciplined, extremely handsome, academic Wendell Bambleby. He charms the townsfolk, and insinuates himself into Emily’s research, frustrating her to distraction. What follows are spoilers, but you learn more about faeries and about the human heart as you read on.

At times a romance, at times a thriller, always fun if not high brow literature. I will be taking more walks in the woods for this kind of read as I continue to recover from the heavy stuff I have been reading lately.

Next up: Love in the Time of Serial Killers by Alicia Thompson.

I finished the Emily Wilde book quickly, so I turned to my other splurge book. This one was shelved as a romance. Trying not to discard it because of the title, and because of my love for hallmark endings, this was just right for me.

Phoebe Walsh, a PhD candidate in English, has returned to Florida to help her brother clear out their father’s house after he died. She has been disconnected from this place for years, and was estranged from her father for decades. While she is clearing the house, her memories of times here – before her parents divorced – were not great. Now she is focusing on finishing her dissertation on the True Crime genre. We come to learn that Phoebe is a loner, obsessed with Serial Killers, who thinks everyone is one. Then she starts to reconcile what her past was to what she recollected, spending time with her brother, her former best friend, and now the man, Sam, who lives next door to her dad’s house.

While this is a romance, the themes explored include body dysmorphia, self confidence, trust, divorce, and family dynamics. The happy ending is there, just like a hallmark movie. And just like how I love those, I recommend this as a fun read, with surprising depth.