Boobs: Women Explore What It Means to Have Breasts | 
A brief non-book moment - I got my mammogram done yesterday. I‘m 36, and this is my second year of mammograms. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 44, and it‘s sobering for me to be approaching that age. So, in the interests of PSA,
HAVE YOU HAD YOUR MAMMOGRAM YET?
pickFor my first read of #mountTBRreadathon, I finished this anthology of essays & poetry from indie pub Caitlin Press. It was good! At first, it seemed like the balance of the stories were about breast cancer, but me and my A cups got a healthy dose of variety after a bit, from stories about size huge and tiny to objectification (trigger warning) to trans journeys and more. I prefer this type of anthology to the Chicken Soup franchise, but I'm dark.
"My mom took me to The Bay to buy a softly padded bra, and a boy I'd kissed at a party told the whole school that I wore falsies. Nothing crueller than puberty until old age!" #mountTBRreadathon
"It was 1960 and I was eleven years old, impatiently awaiting discharge from Vancouver General Hospital. Open heart surgery was new to Vancouver and my operation was a bit of an experiment: my surgeon perfected his technique on a poodle before fixing me." #mountTBRreadathon
This essay from this book made me chuckle:
"You make it your private goal to ruin boobs for people who like them. Like telling people what's really in [their] food, you are a boob truther. 'I bet between her boobs smells a bit like cheese.' You are a rotten potato."
Adding this one to my #TBR list, because my literary agent mentioned it. From the blurb, it looks like The Vagina Monologues, but about breasts, and the essays are written by numerous contributors.
Alright, this had better be awesome. #thirdlove #bookriot #allthebooks #bookadjacent
