When I was younger, I hated books with main female characters. Seriously. I'd roll my eyes and go to find another book. There were a few exceptions, of course. All of Tamora Pierce's books, Meredith Pierce's Darkangel Trilogy, Patricia C. Wrede's Enchanted Forest Chronicles, anything by Bruce Coville, that sort of thing.

...And now I am seriously considering doing my senior seminar project on female sensuality in American literature. *laughs* I had a thirty-minute discussion with Poland, my American Literary History professor, in the middle of class today (as everyone else fell asleep, heh) about female sensuality, sexuality, and identity in Chopin's The Awakening and Fitzgerald's "Winter Dreams." It was the most interested and engaged I've felt about a topic in college in these past three years.

( So, About The Awakening and Winter Dreams, AKA Stuff You Really Don't Care About But Which Interest Me )