afraid of having crossed the fine line....

It is a truth universally acknowledged that I am a lucky bastard, always have been and always got by with it ... still I cannot help but - from an academic point of view - be afraid that I am crossing the fine line between lucky picks in my reading choice and merely reading into books what is currently convenient for my research .... because, honestly, how lucky can one be ... twice in a row in the search for bed-time and airplane and in-case-of-boredom-in-Austria and tanning-in-the-doorway-of-my-balcony read to pick novels which EXACTLY support a) my general thesis and b) perfectly fit the still in progress chapter writing to add easy lit-analysis pages to lengthen the written text in no time to an acceptable amount?!?
The two books in questions are Siri Hustvedt's The Sorrows of an American which is just as cosmopolitan, ordinary life focused, ethnic characters without being about ethnicity predominantly and dealing with the role of America in globalization or the effects of the latter on the first. Thus, if necessary - and has been suggested by one of my supervisors - providing perfect material to argue that although I research a case study of authors from so-defined ethnic heritage, my argument that this grouping is no longer relevant has already literary proof, in case I go for that line of argument. Because, Hustvedt, despite name and ancestors, I suspect is hardly considered an ethnic author, not least due to her marriage to Auster.
The other book I picked up after having for myself decided that due to prolonged stays of the author in the US and his cosmopolitan transmigrant biography as well as - most of all actually - that the book was published in North America and mostly reviewed there and even the pre-published short story the novel evolved from originally appeared in The Paris Review was North American enough to be included, even though the author currently relocated back to his native Lahore (Pakistan). I am talking about Mohsin Hamid's The Reluctant Fundamentalist. My current focus on globalization effects on individuals as reflected in literature has several examples for the precariousness of lives and experiences of lacking agency, but all these are kind of subchapters. Now, while Hamid's novel (no surprise with that title) will also figure in the fundamentalism-subchapter - though as both fitting the category and ironically subverting it - it is the one text perfect to enter the chapter in its criticism of American Imperialism and the (by its agents) hardly critically reflected financial markets' takeover of world power.
Of course I have conveniently found reviews of both books to substantiate my arguments .... yet given my selective reading of academic texts in general not for what they really are about but mostly for what I can use them - a trap I much too repeatedly find myself in - I figure that my readings of reviews is likely just as biased as my approach to the texts might be .... thus, while I of course will exploit both texts as outlined, I continue to hear the weary voice at the back of my head muttering that it wonders what this books would be about if anyone else read them.... so in case you have read any of them, talk to the voice! (for the thesis-writing-mind might not be listening)