I skipped a few entries on #MyReadDiverseBooksProject because it felt like shouting into the emptiness. Pointless, I suppose. I felt like many of us have lately, I'm sure, that my efforts mean nothing in the grand scheme of things, that the ugliness in the world outnumbers the rest of us. It's overwhelming. But I also realise that I'm lucky that I can just shut it out for a while, that's part of privilege--I get to choose to live with it or not.
So, I'm getting back into it again. I've still been buying and reading the books, but just enjoying them for myself. It's time I remembered why I started this and got back on the horse. I'm sorry I faltered. Whether it matters or not isn't as important as keeping up the fight in whatever big and small ways we can. Stand up to racism when you see it, buy a book from a marginalized author, send a donation to ACLU or Planned Parenthood or any of the other organizations out there doing great work.
For my small part, I'll be back as soon as I've finished reading AMERICAN STREET by Ibi Zoboi and share it with you.