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Books for Hispanic Heritage Month

It’s Hispanic Heritage Month! I wanted to share with you all some of my favorite books that I have read lately from and about Latinx people. Go ahead and add some of these to your list and let me know which ones I should add to mine! Mexican Gothic I needed help describing this one… Continue reading Books for Hispanic Heritage Month

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Know My Name: Who owns a woman’s body?

If we don’t have the rights over our own bodies then what is the point? While reading Chanel Miller’s Know My Name, I was preoccupied with the theme of body and how our bodies relate to the world in terms of ownership. For those of you who don’t know Chanel Miller was (is?) Emily Doe,… Continue reading Know My Name: Who owns a woman’s body?

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Jane Eyre and the Canon sucks

So, I recently reread Jane Eyre with a group of friends, or at least attempted to. It was so dry! Like a Popeye’s biscuit with no butter and no drink in sight! I choked down about half of it before I gave up. As a teen, I really liked this book! It held a special… Continue reading Jane Eyre and the Canon sucks

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Queen Sugar: The real villains

Finishing Queen Sugar by Natalie Baszile was a doozy. If you are a fan of the OWN show, I’ll let you know right now that this is not that. I enjoy the TV show as much as the next person and usually when I watch the movie or show before I read the book, it… Continue reading Queen Sugar: The real villains

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Patsy and reflections on motherhood

I have a lot of thoughts about the book Patsy. I have been on a streak reading about mothers lately, but I notice that I have always seemed to gravitate toward books about mothers (or maybe people just use fiction to process their relationships with their mothers). I think I am noticing themes about mothers… Continue reading Patsy and reflections on motherhood

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Flowers in the Attic: Money can’t be a mother

In my formative years, I was obsessed with VC Andrews. I think what drew me to the books was the dark and taboo nature of them, filled with rich family secrets and incestuous forbidden love. Reading them felt risky and exhilarating. I experienced a weird rush when someone knew what I was reading about. I… Continue reading Flowers in the Attic: Money can’t be a mother

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Loving our whole selves

A woman’s body is a strange thing, no? A mystery that scientists and doctors don’t actually care enough to really understand. People tell us what to do with them all the time: Put on make up! Be natural! You need to loose some weight for your health! You look too skinny and sickly! Cover it!… Continue reading Loving our whole selves

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Connections through stories of suffering

Someone on #bookstagram told me that All Boys Aren’t Blue by George M. Johnson is a YA memoir and I’m shook. I used to care about designations like YA, but as I get older, that label means nothing to me. I may read some books intended for children and young adults, but adults usually write… Continue reading Connections through stories of suffering