When I look at this list, I feel disappointed. 11 books in 6 months? I used to read 3 books a month when I lived in Portland. But then again, I rode public transportation to work and spent many long rainy afternoons at home reading.
Travel is a time for exploring, not spending all day with a book. But sometimes the best kind of exploration is internal. Sometimes I don’t want to be caught up in my own adventure, and I want to indulge in someone else’s.
|Reading on the beach in Nha Trang, Vietnam
Half of these books are on gender and sexuality, which is part of the homework I'm doing for a website I created on queer literature. The other half are fiction of interest, from some of my favorite writers like Toni Morrison and Jeanette Winterson.
|Reading on the slow boat to Luang Prabang, Laos
In chronological order:
- How Poetry Saved My Life, by Amber Dawn – on a dark, rainy plane from San Francisco to Hong Kong
- Trans/Love, edited by Morty Diamond – on the bed of my guest house in Bali
- Song of Solomon, by Toni Morrison – on the Mekong in Laos
- Written on the Body, by Jeantte Winterson – from a hammock at Mike’s house in Vientiane
- Home, by Toni Morrison – on the beach in Nha Trang
- On the Road, by Jack Kerouac – on the train from Hanoi to Hue, and Hue to Da Nang
- Gender Outlaws: The next Generation, by Kate Bornstein – from the bed of my loft in Phnom Penh
- Redefining Realness, by Janet Mock – from my living room in Chiang Mai
- The Bluest Eye, by Toni Morrison – from my apartment rooftop in Chiang Mai
- Gender Failure, by Ivan Coyote and Rae Spoon- from my apartment balcony in Chiang Mai
- The Chronology of Water, by Lidia Yuknavitch - from my apartment balcony in Chiang Mai
|Reading in the hammock at Mike's place in Vientiane, Laos