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
Hey y’all! It’s been a long time. I shouldn’t have left you, without a dope beat to step to. Step to, step to, step to. Step to, step to. *wicky-wicky-wah* I’m back with my thoughts about The Nickel Boys! The Nickel Boys is unlike anything I have read before. I have read books about prison,… Continue reading School’s Out
Trauma. This word is buzzing around my head after I finished Monday’s Not Coming by Tiffany D. Jackson. So many iterations and layers of trauma. So many ways it can show up in the body of a black girl and a black woman. The trauma of a best friend who disappeared. Of lost children. Of… Continue reading Somebody sing a Black girl’s song
I have just finished Nobody Will Tell You This But Me by Bess Kalb and I blubbered like a baby as it was finishing. Not because it was particularly sad, but because it struck a chord with me during the 5th anniversary of my grandmother passing. Bess writes about her grandmother, but in a way… Continue reading Stories Nobody Will Tell
I’ve read Two by Two by Nicholas Sparks and I decided to write something about relationships (again). It’s literally my job to talk about healthy relationships, so I had to! Let me paint a picture for you: A man seems like he has the American Dream. He’s got a beautiful wife and daughter. They are… Continue reading Two by Two
Oona Out of Order by Margarita Montimore was a cute light read—one of those beach reads you read in a matter of a few hours. There’s a place for these kinds of books too. Oona spent her adult life out of order, as the title suggests. Every year at midnight on her birthday, which happens… Continue reading Do you have a soul?
Growing up, I had what I now think back on as a strange fascination with books from World War II. They were my favorite genre back in fourth and fifth grades. I especially loved the love stories. I hadn’t picked up a WWII book in years and I accidently picked one up when I started… Continue reading World War What Now?
One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter is a collection of essays written by Scaachi Koul, and by collection of essays, I mean gems crafted to shine some light in the world. Scaachi’s essays range on topics from dreadful weddings, less than relaxing vacations, the middle school anxiety we have… Continue reading A colorful reflection
I love well-meaning white folks. Like the ones who tell me I’m articulate or who remind me quite often at how not racist they are. The ones who use that infamous quote from The Help. “You is kind. You is smart. And you is important.” I love a good story where black people’s main role… Continue reading Well-Meaning White Folks
A while ago, I read one of the most beautiful books, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (featured in my book recommendations about moms this week). The structure of the novel is a letter written to the protagonist’s mother. He shares his pain and her pain through his eyes. It’s an interesting dynamic when it feels… Continue reading We’re forever gorgeous