I’m reading a particularly weird combination of books right now.

re: Eating Animals (since I forked over 26 dollars the least I can do is give you my first impressions): I don’t see what there is to hate. It is what it is. It’s a book about eating animals. It’s not a goddamn Booker prizewinner. JSF is just like, Look, I already wrote two books and now this is what I feel like doing bc I did a pretty good job on the last two so I can do what I want! And bonus: maybe people who wouldn’t otherwise know about This Thing will read about it because they have a JSF boner.”

I dunno, I have not read his other two books so I have little expectations beyond, Okay this guy probably knows how to tell a story and will be relatively entertaining.’

Also, I am a pescatarian and I have a feeling I won’t be eating fish after this so I kinda wanna get sushi every goddamn chance I get. I have never really looked into all the animal cruelty stuff before mostly because I haven’t wanted to face the music about it— which I imagine, and JSF touches on, is how most Americans feel. I stopped eating meat a little over a year ago for what reason I wasn’t so sure mostly just that it felt right at the time and I would try it out and see how hard it really was (I suspected not very and was correct). Kinda like quitting smoking or unfollowing a boy on Tumblr— you tell yourself you can always go back, but you don’t. (okay, you totally do).

Anyway, what I keep saying about this book is that It is what it is. If you want to know about this stuff and want a little narrative handholding- here you go! fancy green bookcover and all.