Books I Want To Read in My Lifetime

These are some of the books I’ve left on my bookshelf, waiting for something to happen, waiting for something in my life to occur. To read them at a significant point in my life. Because I’ve always believed they were worth that wait. Some I’m waiting to read when I fall in love. Or out of love. For a train ride. Or a sunny day. And some I’ve looked for everywhere and haven’t found yet. But these are the books I would choose if I were to only read 20 more books for the rest of my life.

A Farewell to Arms

Hemingway

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Love Story

Erich Segal

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   Stoner

John Williams

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Animal Farm
George Orwel

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Books vs cigarettes

George Orwell

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Down and Out in Paris and London

George Orwell

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The Idiot

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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The Anatomy of Being

Shinji Moon

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Women

Charles Bukowski

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Factotum

Charles Bukowski

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7,300 days

Isabella Mente

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Eighteen Years

Madison Kuhn

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I’ll Tell You in Person

Chloe Caldwell

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The princess saves herself in this one

Amanda Lovelace

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A box of Matches

Nicholson Baker

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Fermata

Nicholson Baker

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We Should All be Feminists

 Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

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Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth

Warsan Shire

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Salt.

Nayyirah Waheed

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Bluets
Maggie Nelson

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Finding My Voice… So Theirs Can Be Heard — Colleen Briggs

All over the world, there are people who have no voice. Children drowning in poverty, women stripped of dignity, men pushed down where there are no safety nets. In dark corners of the world, they subsist day-to-day. Perhaps one of the greatest symptoms of the voiceless is that they lose the capacity to dream. I […]

via Finding My Voice… So Theirs Can Be Heard — Colleen Briggs

I Never Thought That I Would Need to Be a Part of History by K.M. Deaver

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I never thought that I would need to be a part of history.  Don’t get me wrong, I know that each generation does indeed end up in a history book for a handful of headlining events that mark the course of their lifetimes, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined that the women in those old black and white photos, the women marching in the streets, the women burned at the stake might actually need to be me.  

There were a few brief months where I truly believed that I would see the election of the first female President of the United States, but as we continue to be horrifyingly reminded each day, that version of history did not come to be.  In connection with many of the articles from the last few weeks I…

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Feminist demonstration in 1973

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The Swedish feminist group “Group 8” founded in 1970 at a 1st of May demonstration in 1973.

In 1973, Group 8, a Swedish feminist group founded in 1970 to better the lives of women and fight for women´s right to work and day care for children participated in a 1st of may demonstration in Malmö, Sweden. A catching slogan I well remember and can still hear in my mind is “Daycare for everybody”. In those days many women were home with their children and only one of ten children went to day care. By the early 1980s one of three children went to day care and today day care is the norm and almost all women work after the child is one year old. And dads take their part of the time parents get as paid leave. It was considered that this feminist group influenced how this came to happen…

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Solitude

Solitude.

noun

1.

the state of being or living alone; seclusion:

to enjoy one’s solitude.

Solitude has personally always been a provisional aspect I needed. As vibrant and open I adore being, there are temporary breaks I physically and mentally long for to feel myself grow and adjust my fair of the idea that over time, I will replace priorities, lose contact with individuals, and keep moving forward while I will always have myself. I have been infatuated with the idea of people. Crowds. Conversation. That will always be the majority of the complexity of a being I have formed overtime. Which is why I rarely mention this minor aspect of the life I always loved. I yearn for those walks alone, the contagious smiles of the people that surround me. I love the spots I find alone, the ones I debate whether I should keep to myself, or somehow bring someone in particular. I love the books I have finished at benches I have never gone back to, and the strangers that started conversations who sat next to me. I cherish the cups of coffee and cigarettes I’ve consumed with music I wouldn’t often share, the thoughts that turned into writing and the dances in front of my mirror. From crying to smiling, it is so pure when uncontrolled, when there are no factors influencing your emotions. When it is just you. Because when you know it’s temporary, you take it all in.

Romania – Democracy strikes back – Raluca Enescu

Raluca Enescu is a Romanian national who is based in London. She is one of the leading figures in New Europeans – a civil rights movement for Europeans and one of our partners in the pro-European movement. Raluca is in London this evening protesting outside the Romanian Embassy and she has asked us to publish […]

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Learn from the past, fight for our future.

via Discover Challenge: Speak Out

A similar path has crossed both leaders. Both authority figures were voted for qualities such as their speaking abilities and confidence during speeches. Both blamed minorities. One blamed the Jews, and the other blamed the Muslims. Both had a subtle plan of exterminating their race for a consequence of a safer nation, lacking the knowledge of the globalised issue it would bring. Decades later. 2 World Wars later, people speak up. We unite against a repeated history. Yet some nations choose to stay silent caused by fear and led by the significant thought of ignorance due to the fact that they aren’t yet the victims. As Pastor Martin Martin Niemöllerspoke out against ‘the cowardice of German intellectuals following the Nazis’ rise to power and subsequent purging of their chosen targets, group after group.’:

“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—

Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—

Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—

Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.”

History is repeating itself. And putting aside the significant difference between crowds who choose to be vocal, some nations still choose to wait until the issue becomes local.

However, I now, more than ever, feel proud to be human. To be a woman. To be part of something so loud that they will not stop until positive change is created. Because decades later, a group wrongly viewed as a minority stood out. Same-sex marriage has become legal in all states in all U.S. territories except American Samoa. It has become legalised in countries such as Argentina (2010), Belgium (2003), Brazil (2013), Canada (2005), Denmark (2012), England (2013), Wales (2013), Finland (2015), France (2013), Iceland (2010), Ireland (2015), Luxembourg (2014), The Netherlands (2000), New Zealand (2013), Norway (2009), Portugal (2010), Scotland (2014), Spain (2005), Sweden (2009) and Uruguay (2013).

And although these changes have caused hope, having the act become legal does not signify its acceptance. So people keep fighting for it.  Don’t accept temporary change. Keep raising your voice until equality in a democratic state becomes a substantial and fundamental way of life.

A future voter.

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