As a gay woman, I just really wish I could read more stories about women in love with other women. I wish I had grown up being able to go to the bookstore and pick out a book about a girl who falls in love with another girl and it being completely okay. I still need books like that. Fluffy lesbian stories along with heartbreaking ones, ones that are complicated and gut-wrenching and real. I want to open books that I can see myself in, that I can relate to on a different level.
Because honestly, the endless mountain of straight-person fiction isn’t really cutting it for me anymore.
The fear of reading a book you’ve been exceedingly excited about for awhile because what if it isn’t as good as you thought or you don’t want to let go of the anticipation or you don’t want the first time you read it to be over.