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
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?
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
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
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
I never step on a single crack My small way of protection The least I could do for your sacrifices The weight of it all resting on your back I was once a parasite inside of you Leeching off your lifeforce But our lives are forever entwined Can’t sever a connection that is true… Continue reading The Law of Equivalent Exchange
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
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
She is, first and foremost, black woman Cinnamon toasted almond skin Tight coiled tangled locks Rolling hills and valleys galore She is water Here to soothe parched lips and tongues Rain soaking and nourishing the earth A vast ocean with mysteries in her depths She is summertime Luxuriate in her sun Baptize yourself… Continue reading A Character Sketch
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
