If you’re anything like me, the current state of the world might have unlocked a wellspring of rage you didn’t realize you had. Maybe your shower-time, falling asleep, ruminating on the road fantasies have turned violent. Maybe you can’t consume the news. Or maybe you consume it obsessively, the adrenaline building in your system until you want to punch something. Maybe you’re craving, wishing more powerfully than you’ve ever wished, that magic is real and you were a fire or storm or lava witch, because you have some ideas.
Oh, just me? Okay.
All this rage has me thinking about the angry, powerful female characters I’ve collected, the stories of girls and women who rage, who change their worlds. Maybe you need these stories as much as I do. Last week I wrote these all down, the stories I’ve read in the past few years that are feeding my soul right now. Continue reading