Later this week I learned that there is a new program that will develop a taxonomy for all books published so that each and every one is tied to the standards.
I feel as though I have been punched in the gut. This need to standardize everything, to define terms to suit standards, to develop more ways to kill the love of reading. And then I pick up a non-standardized book, one that has not been pigeonholed according to the standards it covers. I read. I read and forget the idiocy of taxonomies and instead explore the role of insects in history. And I do not wonder at all is this nonfiction is literay or creative or expository or persuasive. It IS. I read.