Don’t do drugs! Read instead!
When looking to get out of your head, most people do drugs. Smoking, drinking, whatever the preferred method, substances are a surefire way to escape the impending doom of our reality. As I don’t do drugs or drink–on principle, because of my autoimmune diseases, and because it simply doesn’t get me out of my head–I turn to books. I found this escape at an early age, and just like a drug, I became addicted quickly. I was a user. Still am. But I like to justify my vice with the fact that it’s not a vice at all. Sure maybe the desire to escape reality through fiction does not come from the healthiest most grounded version of Abby that probably exists somewhere. But, hey, who’s going to stop me from reading? With this in mind, I tend to gravitate towards the furthest from reality fiction that I can get my hands on. And quite frankly, sometimes the “worse” it is, the better! By “worse” I don’t necessarily mean poorly written. I more so mean a “zero brain power necessary” type of book. Anyway, how could you find a good book from a bad one if you have nothing to compare it to? Now I must clarify, this brainless descriptor is in no way an insult to the books or authors. In fact, I am using this description to show that as silly as a book may be, reading is reading and there is always value in that.
Thus, I thought very long and hard about what books I should tell people are my favorite, as this reflects directly who I am, perhaps what I stand for, at least what I think about. Maybe I am overthinking it. Maybe most people don’t think twice about their coworker’s latest read. The world isn’t a vile judgmental dark place, and I, of course, have never thought less about someone from their reading choice! I’m lying. I have and will continue to judge people whose favorite authors are the worst person you’ve ever heard of. I definitely don’t encourage consuming books from unethical, immoral, or plain horrible people. Doing your research is incredibly important and consuming a “zero brain power” book doesn’t mean leaving all your standards at the first turn of the cover page.

So here are some of my favorites. Books I have thought nothing of while reading, thought about everything years after reading, and books that now have permanent places on my skin. My favorite go to when I’m looking to entertain my maladaptive-daydreaming-tendencies is The Once Upon a Broken Heart series. Somehow I have left the actual first book back at my Mom’s, so pictured is the third and final book, also my favorite, that I have reread an embarrassing amount of times. I usually pick this up first thing after a particularly long semester when I’m ready to pretend I’m a girl discovering romantasy for the first time. It’s magical, it’s got vampires, it’s got a female hero who embraces being feminine with a slow burn enemies to lovers. What more could middle school Abby ask for?

On the gothic side of the romantasy genre, my shameless indulgence of the brainless book persuasion led me to The Shepherd King duology– a must read. I splurged on the gorgeous special edition hardcovers and seriously would pay to read this for the first time again. Another enemies to lovers (we have a theme here), the story follows Elspeth, a young woman who finds herself working with the royals she has been trying to avoid to rid their kingdom of a mysterious dark magic that is taking over their world. Navigating a deadly fog and staying under the noses of the royals she loathes, she not only is trying to save her loved ones, but also herself from the ever present Nightmare, an entity that lives in her head. This series is not as “zero brain power” as others, but it serves no higher purpose than being fun.

Indulging in your guilty pleasures is a necessary part of enjoying reading, but so is reading for a new perspective. No one should be pompous about their academic reads, but we all should have them. It’s all about finding the balance. I’m a libra so that’s basically my entire thing. Therefore, I can’t go on about “useless” books without talking about one incredibly useful, and deeply emotional read. I could go on about The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros for a very long time. Her story telling through vignettes has inspired me more than several other books combined. Exploring coming of age, poverty, and desiring to be anywhere but where you are through a Chicana girl growing up in lower class Chicago, Cisneros captivates every emotion you could ever feel. This book spoke to my own childhood in a way I could never quite articulate myself. I will forever be thankful for that.

In the category of books I haven’t stopped thinking about, My Year of Rest and Relaxation had to make an appearance. I wouldn’t describe this book as one I really enjoyed reading. I think it’s hard to enjoy a book so deeply rooted in the exploration of grief. Yet I can’t seem to put it out of my mind that there’s a piece of me in these unlikeable characters. I felt the grief of the main character as though it was my own, and I think it helped me reflect on the parts of myself I would rather ignore. My Year of Rest and Relaxation is not just a book to me, but a personal state of existence I have been in and successfully gotten myself out of. I recommend to anyone who has experienced life altering sadness, especially the selfish kind. We all should be selfish sometimes, and then we must come out of it.

I could not discuss my favorite books without mentioning my favorite author of all time, Kate DiCamillo. She is a children’s author, but to me, her prose is poetry the way symbolism ebbs and flows. Depth seeps from the pages, and I already plan to tattoo more of the characters from her books in the future. I have The Tiger Rising girl riding a tiger on my arm and have a spot on my knee dedicated to Edward Tulane. A brief summary cannot captivate how much her work means to me. It started when my Mom would read us these books to fall asleep and I would rest to the sound of her voice filled with these words. I hope someday I can have the effect on others that these stories have on me.
The list of books on my TBR is ever growing and far outnumbers the list of books I have actually read. Thus my bookshelf at my current place is tiny and full of mainly what I have yet to read, not a collection of all of the ones I own. Despite its limited space, I have places for all of these books there. Even the “zero brain power ones”. Especially those ones. Everyone should read something useless, because no book ever really is. Therefore I say, do not do drugs! Read instead!

Abigail Palmer (she/her) is a current English student at the University of Tennessee. Born in the north but raised in the south, she has always had a place in the in-between of things. In between reader and writer, student and teacher, chronically ill and healthy–she is seeking to defy such labels to become whoever, wherever, however she desires to be. That currently looks like a preschool teacher, beloved (of course) daughter, adored (obviously) girlfriend, up-and-coming cat mom, and a forever nominee of the “Super Opinionated” award. If she’s not incessantly analyzing every piece of media she consumes, she’s probably intellectualizing her feelings while making ultra specific playlists that no one can relate to but her! You can find her on Instagram @zer0cooll.











