You would’ve thought I won the lottery the way I hollered after snagging two 11:30 am timeslot tickets. I was aggravated seeing hundreds of tickets suddenly become available. Surely, all weren’t cancellations. Even if some were holds, hundreds of suddenly available timeslots? Just the week before, every day was grayed out as unavailable. Think of how many people’s hopes were dashed thinking they had to wait another month (or year(s)) for a visit. Had I been a quitter, not getting a ticket in advance could’ve derailed my whole trip. Luckily, that wasn’t the case!
We Are Bridges by Cassandra Lane is a moving story. Point blank period. Despite what the cover says, it feels wrong to call it a straight memoir because it is not. Can’t call it fiction because it is not. By her own admission during a Well-Read Black Girl zoom book club meeting, Lane calls it a hybrid of nonfiction and fiction.
Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? by Jeanette Winterson is one of those memoirs, like The Glass Castle written by another Jeannette but with the last name Walls, that leaves you feeling flabbergasted, angry, and sad at the way grown folks who choose to become parents treat their children. In the case of Winterson, she is the adoptive daughter of a woman whom she refers to as Mrs. Winterson. Jeanette writes: “Books, for me, are a home. Books don’t make a home–they are one, in the sense that just as you do with a door, you open a book and you go inside. Inside there is a different kind of time and a different kind of space.”
I usually don’t like second-person narration, but the memoir also doubles as a letter to his mother, almost a love letter even. Even though she was abusive, he loved and loves her still and wishes to tell her all he experienced and went through growing up as a young Black man in America. Southern America. “I looked like a big, dark, black man since I was an eleven-year-old boy.” As a teen and a passenger in his mother’s car, a police officer pulled her over but asked for his ID, assuming he was an adult. Thank goodness his mother had the wherewithal to know her rights and to inform the cops that the passenger was not only her son, but a minor.
It’s no wonder Harris’s soul looks back. Through a romance with Sam, a colleague more than ten years her senior, she ran in the same circles as Sam’s best friend James (Jimmy) Baldwin, Maya Angelou, and Toni Morrison.
More Than Enough: Claiming Space for Who You Are by Elaine Welteroth My rating: 3 of 5 stars Reading Elaine Welteroth’s memoir More Than Enough: Claiming Space for Who You Are (No Matter What They Say) was right on time. While I could certainly relate to her experiences of being a creative and independent child, failed romances when we really should’ve known better, and chasing dream jobs, Chapter 21: Burning Out, in particular, resonated with me. It led to a […]
The World According to Fannie Davis: My Mother’s Life in the Detroit Numbers by Bridgett M. Davis My rating: 4 of 5 stars As I was reading the last pages of The World According to Fannie Davis, the palm of my right hand began to itch. I smiled. In Haitian culture, an itchy hand means that you’re getting money. It can also mean that you’re losing money, depending on the hand. I can never remember which, so I called my […]
#BlackLoveBooks Challenge Day 12: LGBTQ: a book written by or about LGBTQ community I can’t say much about I Can’t Date Jesus: Love, Sex, Family, Race and Other Reasons I’ve Put My Faith in Beyoncé. It’s a recent purchase and still on my TBR list. I kept hearing good things about it, so I had to get it. With such an interesting title, I know the book is bound to be humorous. It’s compared to Phoebe Johnson’s You Can’t Touch My […]
Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah My rating: 5 of 5 stars Let me tell you how much I enjoyed reading Trevor Noah’s memoir, Born a Crime. When I got home late Thursday night aka Shonda Rhimes Night aka Grey’s Anatomy and Scandal Night, I opted to continue reading to finish the book, instead of tuning in to the tear-jerker and suspenseful shows, respectfully. I could’ve easily saved the last few pages for the […]