I feel like I’ve come to diverse reading later than most. It was only after starting my Bookstagram account, working on a Book Festival, and my painful journey through graduate school that I’ve become aware of the issues of representation in books and publishing. I am grateful for this new awareness and proud of how I continue becoming more intentional with my reading choices. But lately I’ve come to a startling realization: reading diverse books is difficult for me! Sometimes when I see a work by a marginalized author or perspective, I won’t want to read it even if it sounds interesting. Horribly, there are some days when I think I don’t want to read diverse books anymore! In this post I’m going to explore why I think I am burning out.