You know those books like “Everybody Poops,” that help teach kids not to be ashamed of their bodies? I think we need one for sex. It could be called “Everybody Fucks” and we could staple it to the cover of every Bible.
I don’t know. Maybe I’m missing something huge about life. But family just doesn’t mean that much to me. The Hollywood/AmericanNovel bullshit about going home and family always being there, it just never clicked with me. Family, for me, is a representation of everything you want to avoid about yourself. It’s a place to run from, and a baseline against which you should measure your life. “Am I different enough from where I came from?” “What else could I do to climb higher, to run farther?” To me, family is the mirror that shows only your darkest reflections. There is no comfort or warmth. Only shame.
Or maybe that’s just what poverty does to a human family.
“Well-meaning adults can easily destroy a child’s love of reading: stop them reading what they enjoy, or give them worthy-but-dull books that you like, the 21st-century equivalents of Victorian “improving” literature. You’ll wind up with a generation convinced that reading is uncool and worse, unpleasant.”
Neil Gaiman, “Why our future depends on libraries, reading, and daydreaming”