Title:The Mighty Thor – Thunder in Her Veins Written by: Jason Aaron Art by: Russell Dauterman Collecting: The Mighty Thor (2015) #1-5 Publisher: Marvel Year: 2016
A war of the worlds has broken out. Countless dead light elves crush into a Roxxon space station which plummets towards earth. Malekith joins forces with the frost giants and Roxxon to march on Alfheim. Odin has gone mad. The All-Mother is imprisoned for treason. The Odinson is nowhere to be found. Loki joins the dark council with his own agenda in mind.
Amidst the chaos and war, Jane Foster aka Thor battles not only her enemies but also the cancer that threatens to end her life.
Today I want to share my love for a very inspiring person, feminist, extremely talented singer, artist, and author, Amanda Palmer.
I first saw her at a concert of her former band The Dresden Dolls, when I was a teenager. I lost track of her until I found out that she is married to the equally wonderful and talented Neil Gaiman who some of you may know as the author of American Gods and the Sandman comic books, for example. My love for Amanda Palmer was rekindled. I started to listen to her solo music, read her poems and follow her on Twitter. There’s a wonderful App which allows you to read her blog, listen to her music, and get in touch with her. Make sure to check it out.
Amanda Palmer’s book The Art of Asking was published in 2015. The idea originated in Palmer’s TED talk which is really worth watching. You will surely learn a thing or two. You can watch the talk here.
If you’re interested in her work, and found her speech as inspiring as I did, go and buy her book to learn more.
Title:The Story of My Tits Written and Illustrated by: Jennifer Hayden Publisher: Top Shelf Year: 2015
In The Story of My Tits Jennifer Hayden takes the reader on a journey through the complicated and sometimes painful coming-of-age story of a young girl, the women in her life, and their battle with cancer. This graphic novel is based on Hayden’s life and her experiences with growing up, love, sex, but also illness and death.
My seventy-seven-year-old father
put his reading glasses on
to help my mother do the buttons
on the back of her dress.
‘What a pair the two of us are!’
my mother said, ‘Me with my sore wrist,
you with your bad eyes, your soft thumbs!’
And off they went, my two parents
to march against the war in Iraq,
him with his plastic hips. Her with her arthritis,
waved at each other like old friends, flapping,
where they’d met for so many marches over their years,
for peace on earth, for pity’s sake, for peace, for peace.