Danielle Allen
Length: 304 pgs
Publication Date: March 20, 2016
My first exposure to Danielle Allen’s writing was in her book released late last year, Work Song .It was a fantastic read (brought to my attention by book blog Girl, Have You Read? that put Allen on my radar. When she announced earlier this year that she had a book coming out soon, I quickly placed it on my To-Read List. When her newest book, The One , became available I happily purchased and read it. Continue reading
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VOTE… EVERYBODY!!! (where’s LMFAO and Lil Jon when you need them?)
Wooo hooo!
I am turned up and ready to turn out at the polls on April 5, 2016! Continue reading
I am not a picky reader, in fact, there are few things that will make me stop reading a book once I’ve started it. However, the craziest things will turn me off while reading a book to the point where I will have a harder time finishing it. The ones that annoy me the most involve small, seemingly insignificant incidents where characters take strange turns.
Below are a few incidents that I’ve encountered while reading that left me scratching my head, searching for answers and wishing I could call the authorities.
Erica Buddington
Length: 143 pgs.
Publication Date: December 30, 2015
I first learned about Boroughs Apart in the most unique of ways. While perusing my Twitter timeline, I noticed a retweet made by author Christina C. Jones . The tweet stated “If you’d like to read more, you can purchase ‘Boroughs Apart here:’” and included an Amazon link to the book. Curious, I found the profile that the tweet originated from. Continue reading
“Why did he use a pseudonym?”
“ ‘cause the REAL one wasn’t suitn’ him”
I love lilies. The flower, and the name in all of its forms (Lily, Lilly, Lillian, Lillian etc.). You see, my Grandmother’s name was Lily and she was a vibrant storyteller. After she passed, I became slightly obsessed with all things Lily. The “O” stands for Ohio and represents, to me, a part of the Midwest. A few years ago, on the first day of class one of my History professors (African American Migrations) asked us to introduce ourselves based on our geographic roots. It was a concept that I was unfamiliar with until that time. I never realized how important it was for me to note my Midwestern roots, especially as an African American woman. I am descendent of two people who left the land nurtured by their ancestors to move north. Continue reading
