A Willful Woman…

Thoughts about books from a romance addict.

Recurring Themes in My Reading, March 2023

on March 31, 2023

Men who play multiple instruments.

The effect of World War II on women’s independence.

Torn between two lovers — both the “love them both” and “don’t really love either of them” varieties.

Trans kid athletes.

Complicated sibling rivalry.

Friends betting on whether they’d get together.

Missing kitties. (Don’t worry, the cats came back.)

Marine mammals.

An unfortunate hatred of milk.

9 responses to “Recurring Themes in My Reading, March 2023

  1. azteclady says:

    I’ll apologize in advance for being twelve and snickering at “men playing multiple instruments”

  2. Faranae says:

    I am very happy to hear the cats came back. That’s very important!

    For once, I have recurring themes of my own, if you’ll indulge me sharing!

    People remarking something is “lowering”
    Class war/ drastic disparity
    Values clashes with surprising resolutions

    • willaful says:

      Awesome! I don’t think I’ve ever inspired someone else to play before.

      The cats must definitely come back. We had one missing in our neighborhood and the neighbor texted me to let me know it had come back and there was much rejoicing amongst me and my friends who frequently visit for walks and were keeping their eyes open.

      • Faranae says:

        My heart was broken in Ireland by a cat who didn’t come back. I still wonder what happened to the little guy.

        I’ve always wanted to play, but usually my reading is erratic enough that none of the books have anything in common even over the course of a month. Ok, well, most months there’s at least “fascists” on account of antifa efforts on my part. But posting “theme: fascists, again.” every month wouldn’t be very fun at all. XD

        • willaful says:

          Not fun, but definitely on brand. 😁

          I had a cat who didn’t come back in Manhattan when I was 12ish. Came home from a summer in California and my poor mom had to tell me. 💔

          The last cat love of my life was run over but at least we found her and got to bury her instead of wondering.

          • Faranae says:

            I like to think the Irish cat was swept up by the grandchildren of the putative lord of the manor where I was working, as kitty disappeared after one of their visits.

            • willaful says:

              My mom always liked to think of my cat as roaming the alleys and terrorizing the neighborhood. I think I’d rather he just found another home.

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