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I don't mind admitting that I could really go for a good fistfight just now.

Or a race against time to foil a terrorist plot.

Or a zombie apocalypse. A zombie apocalypse would definitely hit the spot.

As some of you will recall, I gave up those and other literary pleasures a year ago. Before we knew all the awful things that 2020 would be — The Year of Pandemic, The Year of Racial Reckoning, The Year of Endless Election — I put my own stamp on it: 2020 would be The Year of Reading Women, I said. This, after realizing that I, avowed feminist and voracious reader that I am, seldom read female authors — that for years, I had been unconsciously but consistently ignoring them.

Twelve months later, given that this is such a slow news week — absolutely nothing going on in the country just now, right? — I thought I'd take this first column of '21 to offer a postmortem. To wit: I read and/or listened to 39 books authored — or in two cases, co-authored — by women last year.

Some were stinkers, some were standouts, but most were books I'd never have discovered had I kept to my usual fare of male-written thrillers, biographies, history, historical fiction and public affairs. Point being that my bias deprived me of whole vistas of discovery.

One often hears people declare, usually with a touch of pride, their complete freedom from bias, whether gender, geographic, racial, religious or otherwise. It's a declaration that always reflects delusion, the mistaken belief that good intentions — more accurately, the lack of malign intentions — is enough to vanquish one's prejudices. Which fails to take into account how stubborn and insidious prejudices really are.

I mean, I've used this space to argue for reproductive freedom, to condemn income inequality, to decry the rape-kit testing backlog, to support the MeToo movement. Yet for all that, my reading list might as well have had a sign on it like a little boy's treehouse in some 1940s movie: "no gurls allowed."

Last year was, for yours truly, about embracing an intentional effort to grow, to push back boundaries and make broader the world.

For those who've been asking, here's my The Year Of Reading Women reading list:

"The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison; "Sworn To Silence" by Linda Castillo; "A Very Stable Genius" by Philip Rucker and Carol Leonnig, "American Dirt" by Jeanine Cummins; "Pachinko" by Min Jin Lee; "March" by Geraldine Brook; "Home" by Marilynne Robinson; "The Dutch House" by Ann Patchett; "The Things We Cannot Say" by Kelly Rimmer; "To 'Joy My Freedom" by Tera W. Hunter; "Parable of the Sowers" by Octavia E. Butler; "Valentine" by Elizabeth Wetmore; "America For Americans" by Erika Lee; "Blood Colony" by Tananarive Due; "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte; "The Murrow Boys" by Stanley Cloud and Lynne Olson; "A Spark of Light" by Jodi Picoult; "White Fragility" by Robin DiAngelo; "Cover Her Face" by P.D. James; "Too Much and Never Enough" by Mary L. Trump; "The Daughters of Erietown" by Connie Schultz; "The Women of the Copper Country" by Mary Doria Russell; "10 Minutes 38 Seconds in This Strange World" by Elif Shafak; "The Round House" by Louise Erdrich; "Caste" by Isabel Wilkerson; "Barracoon" by Zora Neale Hurston; "The Library Book" by Susan Orlean; "The Book of Lost Friends" by Lisa Wingate; "Remember The Ladies" by Angela P. Dodson; "Salvage The Bones" by Jesmyn Ward; "The Vanishing Half" by Brit Bennett; "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen; "One True Thing" by Anna Quindlen; "My Sister The Serial Killer" by Oyinkan Braithwaite; "One For The Money" by Janet Evanovich; "This Little Light Of Mine" by Kay Mills; "The Child On Platform One" by Gill Thompson; "Long Bright River" by Liz Moore; "How Much Of These Hills is Gold" by C. Pam Zhang.

The Miami Herald

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