The Water Dancer was about slavery and I don’t know why I didn’t expect a novel by Ta-Nahasi Cotes to not be about slavery. At least this book about slavery was written by someone black (read my qualms about slavery books by non-black people here). Books, fiction or nonfiction, about slavery just don’t do it… Continue reading That Time Oprah Didn't Give Me Good Advice
As this year is coming to a close (actually this decade. Dang!), I am reflecting on second chances and growing from the past, not burying it. Some major themes in Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng was second chances, especially the lack of second chances you get to treat the people you love… Continue reading Second Chances
Lady in the Lake by Laura Lippman intrigued me from the start. I thought this was just another white woman thriller, but the start pleasantly surprised me because it started out from the perspective of a missing black woman. From the cover, I didn’t expect it to have black people at all. I thought it… Continue reading Is It Bad I Don’t Find This Problematic?
It’s Domestic Violence Awareness Month, or the term I like to use more in my place of work, Relationship Violence Awareness Month (because I work with a population that just doesn’t fit the definition, legal or stereotypical, of domestic violence where heterosexual people are/were married, live/lived together, and/or have kids together. What about regular folks… Continue reading 3 Reasons to Swipe Right on The Right Swipe
It’s Hispanic Heritage Month and I read Gods of Jade and Shadow by Silvia Moreno-Garcia just as it kicked off. It was a great book for the occasion. I was taken on a journey through Mexico and learned some Mexican mythology. I really don’t know what else to say about this book. I mean, it… Continue reading Love Doesn’t Always Make the World Go ‘Round
Is it weird that when I was listening to With the Fire on High by Elizabeth Acevedo, I feel like I was tasting mangoes the whole time? I think it’s because of the author’s voice and how it just has that poetic twang that I can just imagine her gently chastising people for eating mangoes… Continue reading I don’t even like mangoes…
I’m 25 years old. I am too old for YA books. What do I have in common with these 15-17-year-olds who think they’re adults and have experienced the real world? Or that’s what I thought. I don’t know why I was so against YA. I guess I had (still kinda have) this perception of YA… Continue reading YA is Also for Adults, I Guess