I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately, but very little re-reading. I just returned to a book I remember loving as a teenager, though. It started out strong–I saw all of the awesome things I remembered about it. And then I hit the rampant casual misogyny, the word “cripple” over and over … geez, I’m just not used to putting up with that crap anymore. I know it’s a product of its time (somewhat), I know that sometimes this stuff’s just more subtly insidious in contemporary literature, etc. But still: when I think about how I was led to believe that that’s just what grown-up writing is like … it’s been a long, slow road to recovery.