Five Favorite: Books I Read in 2018

Instead of focusing on the less-than-stellar reads that made up my 2018, I wanted to highlight the five that made it great––which just so happen to all be written by women. (So freaking dope!!) I also thought that I wouldn’t have ten books to fill out a Top Ten Tuesday post but that was a huge miscalculation. Lol. Winnowing down this list was so hard.

Are any of my favorite 2018 reads your favorite, too? Let me know! To see previous topics, click here.

Top Ten: Hidden Gems

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted at That Artsy Reader Girl. This week’s theme was hidden gems (dealer’s choice). Below are ten three- and four-star reads that have under 1,000 ratings on Goodreads. (For perspective, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone has 5 million!)

Ask Me About My Uterus: A Quest to Make Doctors Believe in Women’s Pain by Abby Norman // Before and After by Rosellen Brown // I Went to Vassar for This? by Naomi Neale // Leaper: The Misadventures of a Not-Necessarily-Super Hero by Geoffrey Wood // Love Will Tear Us Apart by Sarah Rainone

Remind Me Again Why I Need a Man by Claudia Carroll // Sh*t Girls Say by Kyle Humphrey and Graydon Sheppard // Smart Girls Like Me by Diana Vadino // Still Thinking of You by Adele Parks // Teenage: The Prehistory of Youth Culture, 1875-1945 by Jon Savage

Round-Up: My Spring 2018 TBR

The Top Ten Tuesday topic for March 20th was “books on my spring TBR,” and I pledged to read the following:

So, what did I actually read?

On the list…

Not on the list…

What I missed…

All in all, I didn’t do a terrible job – I read eight books out of a planned ten, but I only read 50% of those I actually wanted to read. (Isn’t that life??) Did any of you have a spring TBR? Did you stick to it? Let me know!

Review: Ask Me About My Uterus by Abby Norman

Title: Ask Me About My Uterus: A Quest to Make Doctors Believe in Women’s Pain
Author: Abby Norman
Rating: ★★★★
Summary: In the fall of 2010, Abby Norman was repeatedly hospitalized in excruciating pain, but doctors insisted it was a urinary tract infection and sent her home with antibiotics. Norman ultimately dropped out of college and embarked on what would become a years-long journey to discover what was wrong with her, and it wasn’t until she took matters into her own hands that she found an accurate diagnosis of endometriosis. Putting her own trials into a broader historical, sociocultural, and political context, Norman shows that women’s bodies have long been the battleground of a never-ending war for power, control, medical knowledge, and truth. It’s time to refute the belief that being a woman is a preexisting condition.

Abby Norman’s Ask Me About My Uterus: A Quest to Make Doctors Believe in Women’s Pain is, in part, a look back at the years she was in excruciating, chronic pelvic pain – and the many years that followed before she obtained an endometriosis diagnosis. Although expanding outward from her first sign of ill-health, Norman also spends a good chunk of the book looking backward at her turbulent and neglectful childhood, which only serves to make her ultimate (and permanent) leave of absence from Sarah Lawrence College that much more heartbreaking. She might sound too matter-of-fact for some readers, but I enjoyed her candor. This is what I went through, she muses. This is how I’m strong. This is why I matter. Norman is a terrific writer, though, and even if her recollections come off as laissez-faire, they only serve to highlight the ways in which women and children are vulnerable, how often they and their experiences are overlooked.

The book is also an attempt to quantify the centuries women and their pain have been ignored and under-diagnosed by the medical community. It’s not an easy read, but why would it be? The term hysteric dates back to the mid 17th century (400 years!!!) and literally means “suffering in the womb”. Greeks believed that hysteria was peculiar to women and caused by disturbances in the uterus, and this belief has only doubled down in the intervening years. (Have you ever heard of Freud??) states that 10% of individuals suffer from endometriosis, and that sometimes a diagnosis can happen after twelve years of symptoms (12!!).* I took long sighs while reading, my heart sinking at some of Norman’s experiences, my pelvis wincing in camaraderie.

Ask Me About My Uterus is more than just a memoir. It’s a rallying cry to believe women when they say they are in pain. A demand to receive better medical care – more empathetic, more prompt – that doesn’t force the patient to do their own research. A request to listen. Everyone should read it.

Note: Goodreads has a great list of books which detail sexism in science (of which Ask Me About My Uterus is just one of many), and for those looking for more endo memoirs, there’s Giving Up the Ghost by Hilary Mantel and Love, Loss, and What We Ate by Padma Lakshmi.

* Did you know that those who menstruate can potentially do so for forty years (or more). Or that that’s about 400-500 week-long cycles in pain and bleeding? Which can amount to almost ten years of pain?? Because I didn’t.