Since I finished this book, I've been pondering how possibly to review it, because this is one of those novels that defies a review. I don't even know where to start. I can't say I liked it, or especially enjoyed reading it, but I respected it. This is what I keep coming back to: as... Continue Reading →
Fierce Feminist Friday: Women Writers of the 1920s, 30s, and 40s
I just read Their Eyes Were Watching God for the first time since high school, and I cannot stop thinking about it. It is so easy to get swept up in the excitement of new releases. I've just started dabbling more seriously in the bookish internet, and it can get overwhelming. There are so many... Continue Reading →
Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
I reread this on audio, since the last time I read it was in high school, and I did not love it. I decided to count it for one of this year's Read Harder tasks: an assigned book you hated or never finished. I definitely didn't hate it, but...wow. All I remember from my first... Continue Reading →
Fierce Feminist Friday: Forthcoming Books by Black Women for your Spring TBR
For this week's Fierce Feminist Friday, I want to highlight some forthcoming books by black women that I cannot wait to read. Sometimes, when I talk to people about the importance of reading diversely (especially reading books by nonwhite authors), they say things like, "but I only read science fiction" or "but I just want... Continue Reading →
This Will Be My Undoing by Morgan Jerkins
This Will Be My Undoing is a powerful blend of memoir, cultural critique, self-reflection, and celebration. Jerkins explores the experience of black girlhood and womanhood through a kaleidoscope of lenses. She writes frankly about sex, relationships, and dating, and the intersection of blackness and womanhood and sexuality. She writes eloquently about the various spaces she's... Continue Reading →
Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward
This book was beautiful and haunting from page one. I was completely drawn in by the writing, which was lush and intimate, at times dreamlike, and which grew and blossomed as the story unfurled. The whole book was internal and visceral. When I finished it, it felt like coming out of a deep well. I am... Continue Reading →