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Archaeology, Murder, and Giant Ground Sloths: Why am I not reading about these things?

There are subjects I tend to read books about, and then others I am VERY INTERESTED IN that I don't. This isn't on purpose; I've just realized it's the case. So here're a few:

1. TRUE CRIME all the true crime. I grew up with a mother who doesn't like detective novels, but loves true crime. I skimmed books on the Night Stalker on road trips, and am extremely well-versed in shows like City Confidential, Forensic Files, and American Justice. I also know way too much about serial killers, possibly because young females are the primary target, so if you learn about them you can avoid them. Maybe. If you try hard. But probably not.

2. GIANT MAMMALS OF THE PAST. Maybe there hasn't been a good book about them? I never really had a dinosaur phase (aside from my eternal and undying love for Jurassic Park) but I love giant mammals of the past. Also birds. And snakes. Ok, basically anything that isn't a dinosaur.

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3. ARCHAEOLOGY. If you're not Jenny from Reading the End, who endures me sending her basically daily articles on stuff someone dug up, please now know that I love the shit out of archaeology. Our past is buried in the ground!! Let's dig it up! What's down there! I don't know! I think I'm not reading books on it partially because I'm more into articles that're like "Look what someone found in a medieval garbage pit!" and then there're pictures of the things.

These all seem like solid book topics. There're probably some bangin' books about all of them, and the reason I even thought of this post was because I saw the book Tinseltown: Murder, Morphine, and Madness at the Dawn of Hollywood and was like


I just wanted you all to know that even though I don't post about books on these topics IRL I talk about them a fair amount. Except for the archaeology one. I don't talk about that much. I'm also really interested in anthropology, but I post a lot about Neanderthals on here, so I figure that one's more obvious. 

In conclusion, I am totally going to read that Tinseltown book. And hopefully it somehow involves them digging stuff up.

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