I am super picky about my non-fiction reads. I read memoirs of my favorite celebrities or people I admire (Ron Perlman's Easy Street the Hard Way or any Betty White book). I will read books about people escaping religious cults because, I, as a Christian Wiccan (bet most people didn' know THAT existed) find organized religion very difficult. It can become damn near brainwashing. I enjoy seeing people get to where they can finally think for themselves.
And then I love love love books about crimes in the South/Mid-West. Because that's where I live. Killers of the Flower Moon took place only 2 hours from my home. While this book is in Virginia, it's still a very familiar habitat for me. Warm, humid, hardworking Southerners. I can't wait to get into the meat of this tale.
There is something terribly racist about adopting a Chinese child who is 12, speaks fluent Chinese and knows no other life; and changing their name to something so white it might as well be called Wonder Bread, scolding them for ever speaking Chinese and speaking about "minorities" to them as if the child isn't one. Then when said child says "um... I'm a minority", they correct the kid with "we raised you better than the others".
I hate people.