Having access to the “beach read” label feels like acceptance—the ability to reach audiences who might see our work as a source of pleasure instead of education.
In these books, certain women are allowed to be messy, make mistakes, and commit heinous crimes while also being presented as anti-heroines who are simply ensnared in systems larger than themselves.
As soon as the spotlight expands to allow another woman in, critics trip over themselves, cranking out long articles stuffed with several different female artists.
