See, this right here is a prime example of why I don’t pre-plan my monthly TBRs. A week ago, I hadn’t even heard of The Perfect Nanny by Leila Slimani. I made the fateful error of asking my cousin “whatchu reading these days?” Her excitement while telling me the synopsis of the thriller set in Paris and translated from French made me mosey on over to Libby to borrow the 6-hour audiobook while we were on the phone. For four days, the other books I was reading were forsaken.
OMG! When I tell you Yinka, Where is Your Huzband? by Lizzie Damilola Blackburn is relatable content, it is indeed relatable content to this reader. Swap out a few things and this novel is damn near my autobiography.
I was oblivious to the Korean-American supermarket chain H Mart, nor did I have any idea who Michelle Zauner was when I selected Crying in H Mart. It’s one of those books that intrigued me. I saw the red-covered New York Times bestseller everywhere, and I wanted to check it out. Thanks, Bookstagram! I enjoyed reading about her life in Oregon, her vacations to Asian countries, her dinners and body scrubs with her mother, her courtship and marriage with Peter—who deserves an award for being a great and supportive partner. If you’re one of the lucky ones who hasn’t been touched or affected by cancer, reading Crying in H Mart gives a peak into what it’s like being the child of someone dying from terminal cancer. It also sheds a light on someone who straddles two cultures. While she struggles to hang on to bits of it, she shares more than enough with those of us who were completely ignorant.
On Wednesday, October 27, 2021, I moseyed on down to The Center for Fiction for book talk between comedian Roy Wood, Jr. and actress/comedian Yvonne Orji about her book Bamboozled by Jesus: How God Tricked Me Into the Life of My Dreams.
I was working at Borders (moment of silence for my favorite former workplace) twenty years ago when Zadie Smith’s debut novel White Teeth was flying off the shelves.
Martin Gray is a young Black attorney with a boutique storefront law firm in Queens. After winning a high-profile civil rights case, Martin earns himself an invitation into a secret society made up of elite and affluent Black men from all sorts of industries: media, real estate, finance, and other lawyers.
The men invite Martin on what he believes would be a white-water rafting weekend trip, but in reality is a secret retreat in the middle of nowhere. Wives are barred from joining, as is the use of cell phones on the gorgeous estate known as Forty Acres.
The Vanishing Half is an intriguing novel about identical twin sisters, Stella and Desiree. The two are born and raised in the fictional town of Mallard, Louisiana, which was founded by their great-great-great grandfather after being freed by his master-father. The girls have creamy skin, hazel eyes, wavy hair and dreams of leaving their small hometown. They do so at the age of sixteen and run away to New Orleans. From there, their lives take on drastically different paths.
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.
Being the book nerd that I am, I of course requested a trip to a bookstore. Unfortunately, there aren’t any reasonably nearby Indie or Black-owned bookstores. There is a Barnes & Noble and I sure darkened its doorstep. H-h-h-hessica was working a half-day in-office, so her husband (poor guy) drove me. He was bored out of his mind as I frolicked through a bookstore for the first time in over a year.