“Give me thy hand,” said the Queen, “and let us be friends. For does not the poet say, one true-hearted friend is worth ten thousand camels laden with gold?”
This the Jinni pondered, before replying, “The poet also says, woe to the man who befriends the jinn, for he shakes hands with death.”
The Forbidden Wish (pg. 12)
While modern English has only one word for love, the ancient Greeks had several. Eros is the kind of romantic, heady, passionate love that we tend to find in YA romance novels. It’s the kind of love that is intoxicating and often dangerous. Of course, we all need a dash of eros in our lives. What’s life without a little romance? But there’s another kind of love. Philia. Philia is platonic love. Fraternal love. It’s the kind of love you feel for your closest friends. It’s the love that turns strangers into family. And though The Forbidden Wish by Jessica Khoury certainly has its share of eros, I believe that the core of this book is philia. At its heart, this is a book about friendship.
The Forbidden Wish turns the story of Aladdin on its head. It transforms the princess into a cloak-and-dagger freedom fighter. Aladdin remains the lovable thief of the Disney film, but he has a vengeful streak that I thought really rounded him out as a character. The jinni, a girl in this version of the story, is an embittered creature of smoke and flame nursing 4,000 years’ worth of pain and regret. Zahra, whose jinn name is Curl-of-the-Tiger’s-Tail, Smoke-on-the-Wind, Girl-Who-Gives-the-Stars-Away (isn’t that just lovely?), winds up bound to Aladdin when he takes possession of her lamp, and she helps him become a prince in an effort to avenge his parents. Throughout their time together, the two form a deep friendship that turns into something more. But, though Aladdin and Zahra’s romance is pivotal to the story, Zahra’s friendships with other women in the story are just as important.
When Aladdin first meets Zahra, he quickly learns that she is known in the annals of history as the Fair Betrayer, a jinni who double-crossed a mighty queen and brought about the ruin of an entire civilization. We find out, of course, that there’s more to the story, but Zahra was involved in the death of her dearest friend, and the pain and joy of that friendship are as central to Zahra’s character as her status as a jinni. It is the love she bore Roshana, the queen, that makes Zahra wary of becoming attached to Aladdin. She has hurt a human she loved before, and she lives in fear of destroying another. It was a nice departure from the tired YA trope of a young woman who doesn’t believe in love because she doesn’t have time for it or doesn’t think it’s important. How many YA protagonists have we read who are “different from other girls” because they think romance is stupid? That isn’t Zahra. She believes in the power of love and she is terrified of that power. In her 4,000 years of experience, love has only ever resulted in destruction.
The other beautiful example of philia is the love between the princess, Caspida, and her “Watchmaidens.” They’re a group of young women who serve a dual purpose as her handmaidens and bodyguards. They fight fiercely and they love fiercely. The bone-deep friendship they show for one another, and for the princess, struck me as the kind of thing I wish I could see more of in literature, especially YA literature. There’s no competition among these friends. They don’t begrudge Caspida her role as princess, nor do they jockey for position at her side. These are friends that have lived their whole lives together and, if they die, they will die together. The author makes it clear that their trust in one another is absolute. In media, female friendship is often portrayed with a healthy dose of gossip and backstabbing. In The Forbidden Wish, every example of female friendship is pure and unadulterated. It was a joy to see.
In the end, Zahra is able to triumph, and she gains the strength to do so through love for Aladdin and love for her friends. Having once failed her dearest friend, Roshana, she finds the power within herself now to save herself and everyone she cares about. The friendship she lost, once the source of so much bitterness, becomes the catalyst for her to make different choices this time around.
I enjoyed this refreshing take on the Aladdin story. There’s a lot more to it than what I’ve talked about here. There’s political intrigue, magic, terrific world building, and adventure. But most of all, there’s philia.
Out of the deepest betrayal Alexandre Dumas would weave imagined worlds that resurrected his father’s dreams and the fantastical age of glory, honor, idealism, and emancipation he championed.
“You see, Father,” he writes in his memoir, as if for himself, “I haven’t forgotten any of the memories that you told me to keep. From the time I could think, your memory has lived in me like a sacred lamp, illuminating everything and everyone you ever touched, even though death has taken it away.” (Reiss, 2012, 323)
Go out and get a copy of this book. Immediately. It was a beyond captivating read. I’m going to go pretty in depth in my discussion of this book, but I promise that I’m just gliding over the surface. It will still be well-worth the read, even after going through this review.
I’ve read several books by the novelist known as Alexandre Dumas père (as opposed to his son, Alexandre Dumas fils, also a novelist and playwright). But I’d known very little about the first Alexandre Dumas, father of Dumas père, Thomas-Alexandre Dumas Davy de la Pailleterie, known (thankfully) simply as Alex Dumas in adulthood. The book The Black Count: Glory, Revolution, Betrayal, and the Real Count of Monte Cristo by Tom Reiss brought General Dumas’ vibrant life into complete technicolor.
This is a story of courage. Of bravery and betrayal. Of a France that, for about a decade, was a place where “Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity” applied to everyone, regardless of skin color. And it’s the story of how one man, Napoleon, set race relations in France back decades. It’s also the story of how France has all but forgotten one of its most glorious sons.
Alexandre Dumas by Olivier Pichat – Musée Alexandre Dumas, Villers-Cotterëts
Alex Dumas was born on Saint-Domingue (modern-day Haiti), the son of a ne’er do well marquis and his slave concubine. His father eventually sold Alex’s mother and his other siblings because, I don’t know, I guess he was just completely devoid of natural affection. Alex must have been his favorite though, because he pawned him instead of selling him outright, and redeemed him as soon as he could. He brought 14-year-old Alex back with him to France and made him a count. Alex lived the life of a Parisian dandy for a while, but he eventually joined the French army, leaving behind his fancy pants name and title and taking his mother’s last name, Dumas, as his own. He believed strongly in the ideals of the French Revolution, and he would hold fast to those principles throughout his life. He negotiated the shifting sands of Revolutionary France without getting guillotined and fought brilliantly in the military. He rose quickly through the ranks to become a General. Napoleon nicknamed him “the Horatius Cocles of the Tyrol” because Alex had managed to single-handedly hold a bridge against an enemy squadron until reinforcements arrived.
However, spoiler alert (except not really because everyone knows this), Napoleon was a major jerk. At one point, Napoleon and Josephine were supposed to be the godparents to Alex’s firstborn son, but by the time little Alexandre Dumas was born, Napoleon and Alex were on the outs. Basically, Napoleon grew to dislike Alex Dumas because Alex truly believed in the principles of the Revolution and wouldn’t get behind Napoleon’s increasingly blatant attempts to seize power. Alex also insulted one of Napoleon’s friends, and apparently the little man knew how to hold a grudge. Napoleon had a big hand in ruining the Alex’s health, his life, and plunging his family into poverty.
As a lifelong fan of his son’s work, it was fascinating to see how the experiences of Alex Dumas are reflected in his son’s novels. Tom Reiss pays particular attention to the similarities between Alex Dumas and The Count of Monte Cristo‘s Edmond Dantès. Dantès and Dumas were both cast into prison for years without a trial. Both were essentially forgotten by those who could have, and should have, helped them in their plight. In fact, it seems that the image of his father, alone and forgotten by his countrymen, seems to have impacted Alexandre Dumas deeply.
To remember a person is the most important thing in the novels of Alexandre Dumas. The worst sin anyone can commit is to forget. The villains of The Count of Monte Cristo do not murder the hero, Edmond Dantès – they have him thrown into a dungeon where he is forgotten by the world. The heroes of Dumas never forget anything or anyone: Dantès has a perfect memory for the details of every field of human knowledge, for the history of the world and for everyone he has encountered in his life. When he confronts them one by one, he finds that the assassins of his identity have forgotten the very fact that he existed, and thus the fact of their crime. (3)
Tom Reiss also delves into the effect of Revolutionary France on People of Color. I was surprised to discover the French had a proud tradition of not having slaves in France itself, even though they depended on a particularly brutal form of slavery to keep their plantations in the Caribbean running. Things got messy when Frenchmen returned to France from the Caribbean with their slaves in tow. Should the slaves be freed once they set foot on French soil, or did the property rights of the Caribbean extend to France? Apparently there was a wave of lawsuits in which slaves brought to France sued for their freedom – and won.
There was certainly still racism. Reiss relates one episode in which young Alex Dumas, upon escorting a woman to the theater, was insulted and humiliated by a white man because of his race. However, Dumas’ race was much less of a hindrance in France than it would have been in America at the time. It didn’t stop Dumas from marrying his sweetheart Marie-Louise, the daughter of an innkeeper in Villers-Cotterêts. I had expected her parents to be against the match, but they were thrilled. Her father always proudly referred to Dumas as “the General,” and he enjoyed a warm relationship with his in-laws throughout his life. Neither did Dumas’ race keep him from a meteoric rise through the military. He was the commander-in-chief of several armies throughout his life, led numerous successful campaigns (sometimes against extraordinary odds), and had the respect and loyalty of his soldiers and fellow officers.
The fact that a Black man could rise so high in the 1790’s was astounding to me. Until reading this book, I’d never given much thought to race relations in other countries. I knew that the United States wasn’t the only country stained by the sin of slavery, but other than some general knowledge about William Wilberforce and the movement to end the slave trade in Great Britain, I was pretty ignorant. I’d certainly had no idea that Black and mixed-race people in France enjoyed, for a time, rights that they wouldn’t see in the U.S. for almost another two hundred years. I suppose I assumed that People of Color received the same treatment abroad as they had in the U.S.
This is absolutely not to absolve France from the horrors inflicted upon Black slaves in Saint-Domingue and their other Caribbean colonies. The conditions of slavery on Caribbean sugar plantations remain some of the most barbarous acts of cruelty man has ever inflicted on man. However, before reading this book I was less critical of American slave owners than I should have been.
When I reflected on the hypocrisy of Thomas Jefferson as he penned the words, “all men are created equal,” I think I gave him a bit of a pass because I believed that he was simply a product of his time and that most people in the Western world treated slavery as a matter-of-course. I considered Jefferson, Washington, and other slave-owning Founding Fathers to be “products of their time.” Well, it turns out that people in their time were well-aware that slavery was an abomination, and that the choice to continue the system was a simple matter of putting money over morals. Not only that, but while even free Blacks in America were being trampled on and degraded, a Black man in France could become the commander-in-chief of an army.
But then why did France not remain on that trajectory? Because Napoleon is the worst. That’s why. When he took over, he knew that France couldn’t remain competitive economically if it didn’t have the income generated by slavery in the Caribbean colonies, so he rolled back a ton of the progress that had been made in Saint-Domingue during the Revolution, and he severely restricted the rights of People of Color in France. When General Alex Dumas was released from prison in Italy, he returned home to a country that had largely forgotten him and which, in just a few short years, had decided that he was less than. He had to practically beg his best friend to be the godfather to his son, Alexandre, and even then his friend couldn’t actually be bothered to show up for the ceremony itself. General Dumas was not awarded the Legion of Honor, even though all of his fellow generals got the award. Nor did he receive his military pension, back pay for his time in a foreign prison, or a new commission in the army. France, it seemed, had no further use for the general. He died a broken, impoverished man in 1806.
In the early 1900’s, a statue was finally erected to honor General Dumas. It stood next to the statues of his son and grandson. But even then it remained covered for months because French bureaucrats couldn’t be bothered to figure out how to inaugurate it. The Nazis eventually destroyed it.
By Unknown author – Late 19th-century picture of a statue of General Thomas-Alexandre Dumas that was destroyed by the Germans during the occupation of Paris, Public Domain
Several years ago, France did make an attempt to honor General Dumas. Here’s the result:
While I think we could agree it’s a powerful statue in its own right, I don’t think anyone looking at it would immediately associate it with Dumas. Said Tom Reiss:
In the race politics of twenty-first century France, the statue of General Dumas had morphed into a symbolic monument to all the victims of French colonial slavery, in the form of these mega-shackles. A military marching band played the “Marseillaise” in Alex Dumas’s honor, followed by an Afro-Caribbean drumming group, then by the mayor and the activist, who both made impassioned speeches. Then everyone went home.
There is still no monument in France commemorating the life of General Alexandre Dumas. (330)
Happy Reading!
Reference List
Reiss, T. (2012). The Black Count: Glory, Revolution, Betrayal and the Real Count of Monte Cristo (1st ed.). New York, NY: Crown.
“Didn’t you know, darlin’?” he drawled. “All the best saints are sinners.”
Renée Ahdieh, The Beautiful
Having absolutely loved this book, I was surprised, even shocked, at the numerous bad reviews on Goodreads. I’m honestly baffled, and I’m here in defense of The Beautiful by Renée Ahdieh.
The Beautiful is what Twilight might have been if it had been written by a competent author, if Bella had a personality, and if Edward wasn’t an abusive creep. I unapologetically loathe Twilight, and it’s colored my feelings about the whole vampire genre. So when I picked up The Beautiful, I didn’t have high hopes. Mostly I just wanted something a little different, and I thought I’d give it a try. I definitely didn’t expect to love it the way I did. I devoured it.
Renée Ahdieh had me with this sentence from the first chapter –
“Night had seeped through the water, like a dark stain across organza.”
I remember thinking what a vivid description that was. I could see the lowering of the sun, the shadows spreading across the water. What’s more, we find out later that Celine, our protagonist, previously worked for one of the best dressmakers in Paris. That beautiful description of a stained organza is the kind of thing that would make sense to someone familiar with fabrics. Right away, we’re getting insight into the way Celine thinks.
Description is one of this novel’s strong points. The author paints a world with her words, and I found myself vividly imagining the New Orleans of Ahdieh’s fantasy. From the smell of beignets from a boulangerie to the trembling bougainvillea on a shuttered terrace, the author really brought New Orleans to life for me.
Additionally, I found the characters to be multi-layered, interesting, and likable. The trouble with YA novels is that the young women are often one-dimensional, thinking only about and existing only for their romantic partner. (I’m looking at you, Bella Swan, you bland, miserable waif.) In Celine Rousseau, we have a protagonist who, sure, has a love story, but also has her own stuff going on outside of her relationship. In this novel, we see Celine come to appreciate her mixed heritage, something she’d been taught to be ashamed of and to hide. We sit with her as she ponders sin, guilt, remorse, and absolution. We join her in coming to terms with the events that led to her fleeing Paris for New Orleans. On top of that, Celine has a skill set as a dressmaker that is valued and marketable. She sometimes accepts help from others, but she certainly doesn’t need anyone to make her way for her. She’s portrayed as competent, intelligent, and level-headed, even in the face of challenging circumstances, and she exercises a tremendous amount of agency.
Similarly, Bastien is a solid character in his own right, separate from his relationship with Celine. And he gets bonus points for not being a misogynist. One of the first things that draws Celine to him is the fact that he treats her as an equal. During their first meeting. he swears in front of her, and she ponders the fact that her father had always told her that curse words weren’t meant for female ears. But here’s a young man who curses in her presence, just as he would if she were a man. She’s appalled, but she also appreciates the fact that he doesn’t treat her with kid gloves. Throughout the novel, Bastien recognizes Celine’s strength and competence. He fights with her, he threatens her, but he never condescends to her or orders her around.
This is, in my opinion, what makes their relationship work. Because the author gives Celine and Bastien stories separate from one another, I am able to see why they like each other. Sometimes YA authors write about the protagonists as though they’re The Lover from Shakespeare’s The Seven Ages of a Man. (“And then the lover, sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad made to his mistress’ eyebrow.”) We read about their feelings of love, usually ad nauseam, but we’re left completely clueless about what they actually like about one another, aside from their mutual physical attraction. Ahdieh doesn’t make that mistake with Celine and Bastien. They spend enough time together that we’re able to see clearly why they’re drawn to one another.
There are a pair of scenes that stick out to me as demonstrating this pretty well. Don’t worry, there’s nothing super important in these scenes, so no real spoilers here. In the beginning, Celine is sitting with her friends Pippa and Annabelle at a booth selling items they’ve made. One of the girls laments the fact that they’ve worked the whole day and haven’t sold much. Celine jokes that maybe they should try making their money at night. It’s a bawdy joke, and innocent Annabelle doesn’t get it, but it shows us that Celine has kind of a raunchy sense of humor. In a later scene, Celine meets Bastien, and they’re bantering. She poses the question “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” and Bastien remarks that the rooster must have come first. Celine is simultaneously surprised and delighted by the off-color joke, and gives a genuine laugh. These two scenes set us up to see Celine and Bastien as a pair. They’re both a little rough around the edges, with the same sense of irreverent humor. Ahdieh does this several times throughout the book, and it lends a lot of credibility to the relationship.
The world-building itself left a little to be desired. I feel like Ahdieh will need to explain a lot in the sequel, The Damned. There were definitely things that needed elaboration. Things that I still have questions about. But overall, I was satisfied with the answers I got, and I’m confident that more will be explained in The Damned.
I enjoyed the ending simply because it surprised me. Throughout the novel, there is a string of murders, with Celine as the thread that apparently links the victims together. She spends the whole novel trying to lure the murderer out of the shadows so she can confront him, and I spent the novel pretty confident I knew who the murderer was. It seemed obvious, but I was completely wrong. I love being caught off guard. The ending tied up most of the loose ends, but it left me with several more questions that I’m dying to have answered.
I also really appreciated the diversity of Ahdieh’s characters. New Orleans, as a southern port city, was a multi-ethnic and multi-racial place in the late 1800’s. But the author also doesn’t portray New Orleans as some sort of colorblind, post-racial utopia. There are several tense, racially charged scenes, specifically one in which some local boys are reluctant to do business with Bastien because he keeps company with people of various races. He lets them know, in no uncertain terms, that their racist sentiments are unwelcome, especially as he, himself, is of mixed heritage. Similarly, Arjun confronts several British characters with their ingrained imperialist attitudes, challenges their claims that they don’t benefit from a racial hierarchy, and chafes at the restrictions placed on him because he is Indian. I was glad that Ahdieh didn’t shy away from addressing the very real issue of race relations, even though it wasn’t the focus of her story.
There was just so much meat here, along with a truly fun story. I’m annoyed that my library doesn’t have The Damned yet, but considering it was just published at the beginning of July, I suppose I’ll have to cut them some slack. I’m looking forward to getting my hands on it as soon as I can.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
Jorge Luis Borges
Almost a decade ago, Forbes featured a question from Quora entitled “Will Public Libraries Become Extinct?” Two writers contributed, and each insisted that libraries would be obsolete in five to fifteen years. One of the contributors, Marc Bodnick, hypothesized that people wouldn’t completely stop going to the library, but the rise of e-books and e-readers would drastically reduce library patronage to the point that libraries would not longer be economically viable. Another contributor, Erica Friedman, argued that libraries would not be obsolete in reality, but that they’d be defunded because people would perceive them as being obsolete. She noted that libraries are much more than simple book lenders, and they’re often at the forefront of technology, but the general public isn’t aware of the myriad of services they provide. Said Friedman:
“If you don’t use your library, you’ll never know those things. And you’ll tell yourself that libraries are exactly the way they were when you were six, then feel slightly bad when you vote them off the town budget.
Libraries will die, because they were killed by people who never used them.”1
Eight years after their predictions, libraries are still going strong. I, for one, don’t see that changing any time soon.
I do, however, think that Erica Friedman had a point. As a whole, we see libraries much the same as we did as children. We envision rows of books, maybe some tables, and an uptight librarian who shushes hyperactive children. But book lending is just part of what libraries have to offer us, and the stern librarian has likely been replaced with someone much friendlier.
As a frequent library patron, I thought I knew what my local branch had to offer. But, in preparation for this post and for the sake of thoroughness, I checked out their website. I was blown away. Here are just a few of the services they provide:
Access to a genealogy research database
Test prep (Driver’s test, ACT, SAT GRE, GMAT)
Job search and career services
Homeschooling resources for children and parents
Story time for small children (This is been put on hold due to COVID-19.)
A calendar for children listen local events and activities
Resources for starting a small business, from business plan handbooks to demographic data
Library outreach to local senior residential centers, bringing book carts to the elderly since they can’t make it to library themselves
Free tutoring in math, reading, writing, test prep, and English language skills
A seed library! (I love this one. Every spring, they have packets of seeds for patrons to take and plant in their home gardens.)
If I listed everything my local library has going on, you’d be here all day. The point is that libraries are more than just repositories for books. They’re the information hubs of the community as well as gathering places. Since e-readers allow you to access books without leaving your home, they’re convenient but isolating. As Benjamin P. Hardy, a contributor at Huffpost, said, “Technology gives people a platform but not a place.“2 Libraries give people both.
Additionally, libraries add community value because they provide a place for people to go without the expectation that money will be spent. The number of such places is dwindling drastically. Even the majority of museums and national parks charge at least an admission fee, but you need exactly zero dollars to be a library patron. You can sit in your local library all day long reading books, working on your laptop, or sitting with your child during story time, and you won’t have to spend one red cent. They’re also entirely neutral. There’s nothing political, religious, racial, or dogmatic about a library, and as such everyone can feel welcome.
Though libraries may seem to be a relic of the past, it’s actually the young who are keeping them alive. According to a Pew Research Center survey conducted in 2016, 53% of Millenials had visited a library or bookmobile in person over the last year, compared to just 45% of Gen X and 43% of Baby Boomers. Young people are also more likely to use library websites and apps.3 Personally, I use my library’s app at least weekly. It’s a convenient way to manage my account, renew books, and place holds on materials.
I’m thrilled that the dire predictions about libraries’ inevitable doom have, so far, been proven false, and I’m proud to be part of a generation leading the charge to resurrect the library. If you haven’t stopped by your local branch lately, why don’t you? Even with COVID-19 restrictions, libraries across the country continue to safely provide their services. Visit your library’s website or drop in one day, and I promise you’ll be delighted by what you can find there. If you’re already an avid library-goer, I’d encourage you to look for ways to support and advocate for libraries in your community. Consider donating your unwanted books to the library instead of a thrift shop. Pay attention to local politics and candidates’ positions on libraries. There are a myriad of ways to help, even if all you can do is vote. If libraries can be “killed by people who never [use] them,”4 then the responsibility to keep them alive falls upon those of us who do.
Happy reading!
End Notes:
1. Marc Bodnick and Erica Friedman, “Will Public Libraries Become Extinct?” Forbes. Forbes Magazine, October 2, 2012. https://www.forbes.com/sites/quora/2012/10/02/will-public libraries-become-extinct/.
2. Benjamin P. Hardy, “The Extinction of Libraries: Why the Predictions Aren’t Coming True.” HuffPost. HuffPost, December 22, 2017. https://www.huffpost.com/entry/the-extinction-of-libraries-why-the-predictions-arent_b_5a3d3acde4b06cd2bd03da4a.
3. A. W. Geiger, “Public Library Use in U.S. Highest among Millennials.” Pew Research Center. Pew Research Center, July 27, 2020. https://www.pewresearch.org/fact-tank/2017/06/21/millennials-are-the-most-likely-generation-of-americans-to-use-public-libraries/.
4. Bodnick and Friedman, “Will Public Libraries Become Extinct?”
This is the thing: If you have the option to not think about or even consider history, whether you learned it right or not, or whether it even deserves consideration, that’s how you know you’re on board the ship that serves hors d’oeuvres and fluffs your pillows, while others are out at sea, swimming or drowning, or clinging to little inflatable rafts that they have to take turns keeping inflated, people short of breath, who’ve never even heard of the words hors d’oeuvres or fluff. Then someone from up on the yacht says, “It’s too bad those people down there are lazy, and not as smart and able as we are up here, we who have built these strong, large, stylish boats ourselves, we who float the seven seas like kings.” And then someone else on board says something like, “But your father gave you this yacht, and these are his servants who brought the hors d’oeuvres.” At which point that person gets tossed overboard by a group of hired thugs who’d been hired by the father who owned the yacht, hired for the express purpose of removing any and all agitators on the yacht to keep them from making unnecessary waves, or even referencing the father or the yacht itself. Meanwhile, the man thrown overboard begs for his life, and the people on the small inflatable rafts can’t get to him soon enough, or they don’t even try, and the yacht’s speed and weight cause an undertow. Then in whispers, while the agitator gets sucked under the yacht, private agreements are made, precautions are measured out, and everyone quietly agrees to keep on quietly agreeing to the implied rule of law and to not think about what just happened. Soon, the father, who put these things in place, is only spoken of in the form of lore, stories told to children at night, under the stars, at which point there are suddenly several fathers, noble, wise forefathers. And the boat sails on unfettered.
Tommy Orange, There There
We’ll start today with that heavy quote because There There by Tommy Orange is a heavy book. It’s brilliant. It’s eye-opening. But it’s heavy.
There There was put on my reading list as part of a mass addition of Authors of Color. With everything that has been going on recently, I’ve become aware that I have too long allowed myself to be one of the people on the above-mentioned yacht, mostly unaware of the struggles of the people in the water and my own position of privilege aboard the ship. As I’ve opened myself up to the message of Black Lives Matter and other similar movements, I have come to see some of the ways in which I’m part of the problem. One thing that stood out to me, as a reader, is the fact that I have read an embarrassingly small amount of literature written by People of Color. I counted. Of the over 500 books I have listed as Read on Goodreads, just over 30 of the authors were People of Color.
So, a few weeks ago, I did some googling and found lists of must-read books by Black authors, Latinx authors, Arab authors, East Asian authors, and Indigenous authors. If you haven’t done this exercise, I’d encourage it. It was enlightening to see the mountains of rich literature that I’d been previously unaware of. There There was one of my finds.
This book centers around one event – the Big Oakland Powwow. In little vignettes, we’re introduced to a huge cast of characters who are all tied to the powwow in some way. There’s Tony Loneman, a twenty-one year old drug dealer of Cheyenne heritage living with fetal alcohol syndrome. Dene Oxendene is an aspiring documentary maker who is trying to capture stories of Native people. There’s Edwin Black, a biracial man who never knew his father, is battling an internet addiction, and is pushed by his mother into an internship helping with the powwow. There are Opal and Jacquie, two middle-aged sisters dealing with the fallout of their childhood involvement in the Native American occupation of Alcatraz in the 1970s. The character list is extensive. Those are just a few. The way that Tommy Orange is able to weave the strands of all of these lives together, to get them all to that powwow, is masterful.
He really succeeds in giving each character a different voice. In fact, when I first read a portion narrated by Tony Loneman, I was a little put off by the excessive swearing. It seemed like every other word was a curse, and I started to get annoyed. “Does this author not know any other words?” I wondered. As I continued reading, I realized that the character didn’t know any other words. Tony Loneman, a drug dealer, raised by his grandmother, someone whose IQ measured extremely low due to fetal alcohol syndrome – he cursed a lot. When the author shifted to another character’s point of view, the vocabulary changed. It added authenticity to the voice of each character.
The book starts with a prologue, and there’s an interlude as well. These sections are filled with short essays on issues in the Native community at large and in the community specific to Oakland. These were some of my favorite bits of writing. It’s the kind of prose must take tremendous effort to write, but Tommy Orange made it seem effortless.
Orange addressed several themes in There There: suicide in Native people, addiction, the search for identity, gun violence, privilege, and what it means to be Native.
On suicide:
“Kids are jumping out the windows of burning buildings, falling to their deaths. And we think the problem is that they’re jumping. This is what we’ve done: We’ve tried to find ways to get them to stop jumping. Convince them that burning alive is better that leaving when the shit gets too hot for them to take. We’ve boarded up windows and made better nets to catch them, found more convincing ways to tell them not to jump. They’re making the decision that it’s better to be dead and gone than to be alive in what we have here, this life, the one we’ve made for them, the one they’ve inherited. And we’re either involved and have a hand in each one of their deaths…or we’re absent, which is still involvement, just like silence is not just silence but is not speaking up.”
On identity:
“…Anything you hear from me about your heritage does not make you more or less Indian. More or less a real Indian. Don’t ever let anyone tell you what being Indian means. Too many of us died to get just a little bit of us here, right now, right in this kitchen. You, me. Every part of our people that made it is precious. You’re Indian because you’re Indian because you’re Indian.”
There’s so much more there, and it was the first time I’ve ever heard a Native American story told by an actual Native American. For so long, these people have had their story told by other people, by history books written by white scholars, by elementary school students playacting the First Thanksgiving, by Hollywood movies in which the powers that be cast Johnny Depp (of all people) to play Tonto in The Lone Ranger. It was moving, in itself, to hear a Native American story told by someone whose story it is to tell.
Okay, there are going to be spoilers from here on. If I’ve convinced you, go read There There, and then come back.
The culminating event, the Big Oakland Powwow, is marred by tragedy when Octavio, Tony, Charles, and Calvin all try to rob the powwow. In the interlude, Tommy Orange lets us know that that’s where this is going, so we watch it happen like a car crash you see coming but can’t prevent. Orange shifted through the points of view as Dene, Bill, Orvil, Tony, and others got shot, so it was like watching each one of them fall. You’d think that after one death scene it would be like beating a dead horse, but Orange managed to make each death impactful.
I think it was also poignant that most of the deaths were accidental. Octavio, Tony, Charles, and Calvin weren’t intending to kill the people at the powwow. They just wanted the money. They got into a fight among themselves and the passersby were caught in the crossfire. This seemed to me to be a symbol for the deaths of Native Americans as a whole. In some cases, the U.S. government absolutely committed active, unapologetic genocide against Native Americans. But there were other times when it seems like the lives of Native Americans were collateral damage, caught in the storm of bullets simply because they were in the way.
This quote, in particular, broke me:
“Something about it will make sense. The bullets have been coming from miles. Years. Their sound will break the water in our bodies, tear sound itself, rip our lives in half. The tragedy of it all will be unspeakable, the fact we’ve been fighting for decades to be recognized as a present-tense people, modern and relevant, only to die in the grass wearing feathers.”
All that we have is that shout into the wind – how we live. How we go. And how we stand before we fall.
Pierce Brown, “Morning Star”
There are those books that come out and dominate the conversation. You wake up one morning and suddenly everyone is raving about this book or series or author. Apparently this was one of those series, and I totally missed it. The first novel in this fantastic saga by Pierce Brown is called Red Rising, and it was the 2014 Goodreads Choice winner. The two follow up novels, Golden Son and Morning Star, won the 2015 and 2016 prizes, respectively. So apparently these books have been around, and applauded, for half a decade, and I had no idea. Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention? I don’t think I have an excuse other than the fact that I don’t read science fiction books as often as I’d like to. It seems to be the genre that gets put on my back burner. But don’t worry, scifi enthusiasts. These books have called me to repentance.
I started the first book, Red Rising, about a week before I was due to give birth. I’ll be honest. I wasn’t excited. I’d seen a few reviews that dubbed the series, “The Hunger Games in space!” and I wasn’t particularly eager to read The Hunger Games…in space. Please don’t misunderstand me. The Hunger Games was an enjoyable series. But I’ve already read it. I certainly didn’t need to read it again (in space!).
All this to say, I had set myself up to not be blown away by Red Rising. But my friend Abby (who, incidentally, is notoriously reluctant to read any type of series) insisted that I had to read this trilogy. So I gritted my teeth and started in. The first few chapters lived up to my expectations. That is, I was underwhelmed. Maybe it was pregnancy hormones. Maybe I was overly critical. Whatever it was, reading became a chore. So I moved on to something else, and then promptly had a baby, which dropped reading several rungs down on my ladder of priorities.
I returned to Red Rising a few months later, committed to finish it this time. I remained skeptical until the middle of the book, when I suddenly realized that I couldn’t put it down. I thought, based on the thousands of other dystopian novels and that pesky “Hunger Games in space” label, that I knew exactly where the author was going with these books. My fellow readers, I am here to tell you that I did not.
The Red Rising series describes a dystopian future in which human beings have spread throughout the solar system and genetically altered themselves into a caste system based on “color.” If you’re a Yellow, you’re a physician or scientist. If you’re a Blue, you’re a pilot or a spaceship crew member. Golds are the aristocratic rulers of the Society, the highest cast; Reds are manual laborers, the lowest. There are fourteen colors in total, but I’m not going to enumerate them all. You get the idea.
If you’ve read any dystopian fiction, you can probably guess what happens. Certain members of the lower castes realize that their system is oppressive and unite together to challenge the injustice endemic to the color hierarchy. However, unlike other books with a similar plot line, the Red Rising saga places less emphasis on the “overthrow the government” bit and more focus on character development and philosophy.
Pierce Brown does such a good job of painting his characters in shades of gray. Let’s get real. In a book about class warfare, no one is walking away untarnished. Brown’s characters get dirty. Many of them start with good intentions, but all end up sullying themselves with underhanded deals, betrayal, and violence. What we are left with is not a band of noble heroes, but a cast of believable, three-dimensional, honorable, crooked, loyal, backstabbing, peace-seeking, violent, idiot geniuses. Did you get all that?
One thing I admired about Brown’s treatment of violence in this series is that he doesn’t glorify it. You’d think that a book steeped in blood would be more cavalier about it, but the author never loses sight of the horror of this brutal world he’s created. The characters are allowed to feel the violence of their actions, even as they commit them. He lets them sit with the emotional pain of war, of friends lost and lives destroyed.
But in spite of all of the ugliness, the thing that blew me away was Brown’s treatment of themes of friendship, loyalty, and forgiveness. He asks questions of the characters and, by extension, of the reader. What is honor? Is there a difference between “honor” as reputation and “honor” as integrity? (As the characters discover, yes, there is.) What makes a good leader? What is power, and who is worthy of it?
I realized that this series was going to be different when our protagonist, Darrow, started grappling with the weight and responsibility of leadership. I was moved by Darrow’s struggle as he fought, made bad decisions, trusted the wrong people, and learned, through cruel experience, how to be a leader worth following.
There are three more books in the series; two (Iron Gold and Dark Age) have already been released, and one more is in the works. I’m going to take a break from Darrow’s story for now, because there are hundreds of other books on my To Read list, but I’ll be back sooner than later. I’m anxious to discover what Pierce Brown has in store for Darrow and his friends.
The interview that first brought this book to my attention.
Several months ago, I was mindlessly browsing through YouTube clips, you know, as one does, when I came across this short interview between The Daily Show host Trevor Noah and Alicia Menendez, author of The Likeability Trap. I found Menendez’s talking points fascinating because she put into words something that I’d always been subconsciously aware of but had never been able to articulate. That is, that women in leadership often suffer from what she calls the “Goldilocks Conundrum.” They are either seen as “too much” or “not enough.”
I put this book on my To Read list, and forgot about it for a while. I found it again as I was browsing through my library’s online app, and I immediately put it on hold. I’d gotten a few other books as well, and it took me a bit to be in the mood for this particular brand of nonfiction. Let this serve as a PSA, by the way, that it’s okay to wait until you’re in the mood for something before you pick it up. I’ve found that I enjoy books more when I’m actually in the mood for that genre or topic. If I try to force myself to read something “intellectual” because I feel like I should, when I really just want to read what I lovingly call “cotton candy”, it feels like a slog and I don’t end up liking the book. I’ve learned that I’ll eventually be in the mood, so I wait until then, and I enjoy my reading a whole lot more.
So, when I was ready to dive into The Likeability Trap, I really liked it! Basically, her thesis is that women in the workplace and in the public eye are often passed over for leadership positions because they are either warm and well-liked, but seen as less competent, or they’re perceived as competent and effective, but no one likes them. People seem to believe in this dichotomy, that a woman can be likable or she can be successful, but not both. At its core, however, this is a false dichotomy, and Menendez points out ways in which corporate and political culture needs to change to accommodate different styles of leadership. A woman can be warm and tough. She can be competent and caring. But only if she’s allowed to be.
She also gives some ideas for how women can advocate for themselves more effectively while we wait for leadership culture to catch up with the times. I wish she’d fleshed this section out more. Her suggestions were good, but I wanted more of them.
If you’re a woman who doesn’t work in this type of environment, or even if you’re not a woman at all, I think there are still some valuable insights for you here. Who among us hasn’t felt like they needed to change themselves to be more likable? To smooth out their edges to glide more easily along with others? That’s not to say that we should go around making ourselves obnoxious or abrasive. It’s just that some of us (including yours truly) lose a lot of time and energy worrying about whether other people like us, and it’s time that could be better spent developing skills, engaging in work worth doing, and enjoying relationships with those who accept us for who we are, warts and all. Think of the mental space we could save if we gave ourselves permission to simply be who we are!
It’s not as though this book solved all of my issues and made me completely indifferent to how others perceive me. But it did give me some things to think about, and a few things that I will try to implement in my own life as I strive to be more fully myself. If that appeals to you, then consider picking this book up.
A fall through time. A reckless witch. A war of monsters.
“The cauldron’s rattling intensified until a small funnel cloud formed within, swirling the ingredients into a sickening tornado. Thunder roared overhead, and a flash of lightning elicited a startled shriek from my lips. More flashes of lightning. It grew closer and closer until I swore the next bolt would electrify me.
White light consumed me. Thunder blasted in my ears and into my skull. I couldn’t see or hear anything. Wind tore at my skin and hair and clothes until I was so dizzy I knew I would collapse.
I screamed, but it was lost in the storm.”
R.L. Perez, Twisted by Time
I was lucky enough to be an early reader forthe first novel in R.L. Perez’s new Young Adult Fantasy series, the Timecaster Chronicles. Twisted by Time follows Desi Campbell, a young witch who wants nothing at all to do with the magical world. When she tries an unfamiliar spell to sneak away to Miami for spring break, she accidentally sends herself to Cuba, one hundred years in the past. In trying to figure out how to return home, she finds herself embroiled in a war on two fronts – The Spanish-American War, and a war between witches and demons.
Twisted by Time is a fun, fast-paced young adult novel. There’s a little bit of everything – action, romance, monsters, betrayal, and even a bit of history. It’s pretty clean with regards to language and sexuality, but be aware that it can get a bit dark at times. I mean, there are two wars going on.
I reached out to R.L. Perez to tell us more about her debut novel and its sequel, Devoured by Darkness.
Timecaster Chronicles author R.L. Perez
How long have you been writing, and what got you started?
Ever since I learned how to write as a kid, I’ve written stories. It started as stacks of notebook paper folded over and stapled. I usually retold whatever fairy tale or Disney movie I was currently obsessed with, and it always had hysterically awful drawings to go with it. As I grew older, the stories became more mature but were also loosely based on whatever I was reading at the time. In high school, I finally created my own unique stories and participated in my first NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month – and I’ve been doing it almost every year since then.
Where did you get the ideas for the Timecaster Chronicles from, and why was it important to you to tell this story?
The bare bones idea I had was to write about a witch who time traveled (this was inspired by an episode of Charmed). I didn’t know what time period to write about, so I asked my husband (the Cuban), and he suggested Cuba during the Spanish-American War.
So many time travel stories involve European settings or highlander romances, and I wanted this one to be different. I’ve never heard of a Cuban time travel story before, so I knew this one would be pretty original. I was also excited to write about it because my husband’s family is Cuban, so it gave me the opportunity to explore his culture.
The Spanish-American War was such a short moment in history that it’s not often touched on. To me it seemed like a pivotal event, especially for my husband’s ancestors, that deserved to be told.
What made you want to make the Timecaster Chronicles your first published series?
I have several finished novels, but none of them resonated quite so much with me as the Timecaster Chronicles. I dabbled in science fiction, but it wasn’t a good fit for me. I had other stories that weren’t quite so fleshed out. But I’ve always loved fantasy and time travel, and when this idea came to me, I couldn’t shove it to the side like I had all my other stories. It was practically begging to be published.
Why did you decide to publish indie instead of traditional?
I struggled with this decision for a long time. I always assumed if I went indie, I wouldn’t be successful. I’m an introvert and didn’t know the first thing about marketing. I assumed I would fail. I worked on my science fiction novel and tried getting that picked up by an agent. For two years, I polished my novel and sent it to beta readers and critique partners and editors. I attended writing conferences and met with several agents. So many liked the idea of my story, but when I sent it to them, they decided it “wasn’t for them”. It was such a lengthy process – most agents take 6 months or more to respond after you send a manuscript.
At some point, I realized I might never get published if I kept this up. I found a group on Facebook called 20booksto50k and was astounded by the success I saw there. Thousands of authors are wildly successful at publishing and make a comfortable income – some make even more than traditional authors do because they don’t have to pay the publisher or agent a cut of the royalties. I was inspired. I liked the idea of having complete control and doing things my way – the book title, the cover, the story, the characters, the publishing timeline, etc.
So I took the plunge, and I’m so glad I did. I might not be filthy rich (yet haha), but I have a strict timeline and I’ll be pumping out books ten times faster than a traditional publisher would. Eventually, it’ll make me a lovely income. But for now, I’m happy to have my story out there and make my dream come true.
What is your favorite part about the writing process?
The writing! Outlining is fun and gets me excited, but the really fun part is writing those juicy, heart-stopping scenes and then reading it over and thinking, “Did I write that?”
Did you plot the entire series out from the beginning, or did you have a general outline and let the characters lead you?
A little bit of both. In general, I’m a fierce outliner. I usually have an extensive overall outline as well as several chapters mapped out before I get started. But as I write, sometimes the story changes and I find myself altering the outline. But I can’t write if I don’t have a direction to go, so that first outline is critical.
Twisted by Time was set in Cuba, but Devoured by Darkness will take place in the Philippines. Why the Philippines?
During my research, I discovered that the Spanish-American War began in the Philippines and then moved to Cuba. Then the U.S. returned to the Philippines to claim the country as a result of the treaty after the war with Spain. I thought it was fascinating and a little-known tidbit of history that I wanted to touch on. Cuba and the Philippines were both under Spanish rule for about five centuries, and they were both fighting for their own independence. But the U.S. fought with Cuba and against the Philippines, and I wanted to highlight that contrast.
Who was your favorite character to create, and why?
My favorite character is Kismet. I didn’t expect her to play such a monumental role, but as I wrote the story, I knew she had secrets and a dark past. The more the mystery unfolded, the more her backstory came to light. She just has the coolest timeline. I wrote a prequel novelette about her and I plan to write another at the end of the series as well.
In the series, Desi is a dancer. Why did you choose dance as her creative outlet?
A critique partner read an early draft of mine and pointed out that Desi needed a hobby – her character was too stale and didn’t have enough of a drive. I made her a dancer because she needed a hobby that was physical so she could apply it to hunting demons. It also helped her to be more carefree, which in turn helped Oliver to let loose as well.
What do you think readers will enjoy most about the Timecaster Chronicles?
I think readers will enjoy the time travel. It takes you for a wild ride! More than one occurrence of time travel takes place, and as the mysteries unfold it all comes together and makes for a pretty incredible adventure.
Lastly, when does Devoured by Darkness launch?
Devoured by Darkness launches on August 7!
Thanks to R.L. Perez for taking the time to share her thoughts about her new series, publication, and the writing process. I’m looking forward to grabbing a copy of Devoured by Darkness in August! If you enjoy the Young Adult Fantasy genre, go ahead and check it out!
Twisted by Time is available now as an eBook. You can find it on Amazon here, and it’s free with Kindle Unlimited.
Devoured by Darkness will arrive both as an eBook and in paperback on August 7, 2020! It’s available for pre-order now.
Bound by Blood, the final book in the series, will be published on September 6, 2020. Check it out here.
And, if you want to keep up with R.L. Perez and her future publications, you can follow her on Facebook and Instagram.
Did you read Twisted by Time? Let me know what you thought about it in the comments!
Nonfiction tends to get a bad rap. Some people are intimidated by it and think that they’re not going to be “smart enough” (whatever that means) to appreciate it. Others may think that it’s going to be dry, and they’d rather stick with fiction. Well I am here in defense of nonfiction.
It’s wonderful! Sure, some of it is dry and inaccessible, and if you pick up a book and you find that you’re not getting anything out of it, I give you permission to put it down. (A post about that coming later.) But I think that you’ll find a lot more nonfiction books that are totally fascinating. What have you always wanted to know more about? I guarantee there’s a book about it.
I once decided, kind of randomly, that I wanted to learn about octopuses. I’d learned a little bit about them, I thought they were interesting, and I wanted to know more. My search led me to a fantastic book by Peter Godfrey-Smith called Other Minds: The Octopus, the Sea, and the Deep Origins of Consciousness. It sounds formidable, right? I’m here to tell you that I loved that book. I satisfied my curiosity, learned a lot more about octopuses, and enjoyed a well-written book. Think of what I would have missed if I’d shied away from nonfiction!
Another time, I picked up a book about dolphins. That book, for whatever reason, didn’t click with me, and it’s totally okay. I’ll find another book about dolphins. But the point is, I’ll keep looking.
So my challenge to you, if you’re not already a reader of nonfiction, is to give it a try. Think of a topic you’d like to learn more about, do a little digging to find a book that others recommend, and dig in! Or, if you’re looking to get your nonfiction feet wet, try one of these five books below. I recommend them all.
1.John Adams, David McCullough
Anyone who’s seen Hamilton knows that John Adams was the butt of several jokes. They did him dirty. History has mostly forgotten him, but I wish that everyone would learn about this amazing man and his equally amazing wife.
John and Abigail Adams were a power couple in the truest sense. They weren’t perfect, but they spent their lives doing and being good. In a time when real goodness and integrity seem to matter not at all, it’s refreshing to read about someone who stood fast to his principles. I’m so grateful to David McCullough for bringing our second president back to life and giving him the recognition that he so rightly deserves, but seldom receives. This book is fascinating, and you should read it.
2.Evicted: Poverty and Profit in the American City, Matthew Desmond
Evicted is an important book, and one I think everyone should read. The author, Matthew Desmond, lived in a few different low-income neighborhoods in Milwaukee for a year. He writes about the people he met, their circumstances, and how difficult it is to keep a roof over your head when the cost of even bad housing outstrips your income.
What I like about the author’s take on this is that he doesn’t paint anyone as the bad guy. Landlords are given the benefit of the doubt, as are the tenants. He recognizes the right of landlords to collect rent and make a profit, but he also recognizes the impact that eviction has on tenants. I also appreciated that he suggested, and made a rather compelling argument for, a solution to homelessness and substandard housing. If you read one book this year, it should be this one.
Note: The author does use some strong language, usually when quoting someone. I just want you to be aware if that’s not your thing.
3.Get Well Soon: History’s Worst Plagues and the Heroes Who Fought Them, Jennifer Wright
I first read this book in May of 2019, and I had no idea how relevant it would soon become to my lived experience of a pandemic. One of the things that stuck out to me, even at the time, was Wright’s insistence that we should elect our leaders based on how we think they’d handle a crisis, not based on who we’d rather go bowling with. I’m not quoting directly, but she said something to the effect of, “Who do you want in charge when the bodies start to pile up in the streets?”
I’d heard of most of these plagues before and thought I knew enough about them, but I was astonished at what I did not know. And moreover, I was touched, many times, by the author’s suggestion that we all be a little kinder. It soothes my inner Hufflepuff when I read about people coming together to support and uplift one another and fight a common enemy.
Get Well Soon was informative and reminded me that we don’t need to be geniuses to make a difference. We just have to give a darn about our fellow man.
Also, Jennifer Wright is hilarious. I want to be her friend.
Note: Strong language here too. Not a ton, but it’s there occasionally. Do with that what you will.
4.Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West, Dee Brown
It took me a really long time to finish this, not because it was uninteresting or poorly written, but because it was so emotionally draining. At one point my husband said “It’s like they’re telling the same story over and over again. Like the author is just repeating himself.” It seemed like that because the same scenario played out again and again along the various tribes. Because of this, a lot of the stories are jumbled in my head. It was hard to keep it all straight. But my overall feeling at the end of this book was a deep sadness and an anger that these things were so glossed over in my history classes. I knew that the Native Americans had been poorly treated and tricked into giving up their land. I didn’t realize just how despicably the US government had acted.
Throughout my life, I have sometimes heard people speak unkindly about Native Americans. There are a lot of prejudicial views about them and I think some people feel as though Native Americans have no real reason to complain or feel resentment. I don’t think I really felt one way or the other about it before reading this book. Now, I really want to shout from the rooftops just how justified those feelings of resentment are. This book helped me understand, just a little bit better, the feelings that Native Americans have about things that are still happening to them, like the Dakota Access Pipeline at Standing Rock, or people dressing up in headdresses at music festivals. I get it now.
I really recommend this book. If it feels like a slog, push through it. It’s worth it.
5.King Leopold’s Ghost, Adam Hochschild
“An ancient English law made it illegal to witness a murder or discover a corpse and not raise a human cry. But we live in a world of corpses, and only about some of them is there a human cry.” – Adam Hochschild
When I read King Leopold’s Ghost, I was appalled not just by the atrocities committed against the Congolese people, but also by how much I didn’t already know about it. Before reading this book, my only exposure to this terrible part of history was reading Conrad’s Heart of Darkness in high school. I didn’t pay enough attention to that book at the time, and I’ll be rereading it.
I was struck by King Leopold’s cruelty and avarice, but also by his savvy. He convinced the whole world, for years, that his barbaric for-profit tyranny in the Congo was actually benevolent philanthropy. That’s Class A villainy. I was also inspired by the heroic efforts of E.D. Morel, Roger Casement, William Shepherd, George Washington Williams, Alice Harris, etc. These people basically started the entire concept of a campaign for human rights.
This book made me reflect on the horrific things that are still going on in the world, which things become newsworthy, which things spark outrage, and why. Why is it that American schoolchildren learn all about Germany’s atrocities in the Holocaust, but know nothing about it’s genocide of the Herero people in Africa? Why is it that many Belgians today have very little idea of the suffering their nation caused in the Congo? I think we know why, and it’s time that changed. Friends, read this book.
BonusQuiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking, Susan Cain
Sorry, I couldn’t recommend just five. So you get a bonus recommendation!
Quiet was highly validating for me. I’ve lived my whole life feeling somewhat uncomfortable in my own skin in social situations. Actually, let me amend that statement. I’ve felt uncomfortable in large groups. Anyone who knows me knows I love a small group conversation. I can talk on the phone to my best friends for hours. But send me to a party or drag me to a school dance and I’m instantly off balance. In Quiet, Susan Cain became the first person in my entire life to tell me that that’s okay. She framed my introversion as a strength, as opposed to something that needs to be overcome. I’m grateful. So if you’re an introvert, I’d suggest giving this a read. And if you’re an extrovert, maybe this will help you understand your introverted friends and family a bit better.
Have you read any of these books? If so, what did you think of them? Tell me in the comments! And please let me know if you have a favorite nonfiction book to recommend. I’d love to hear about the books that you love.
“O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.”
Richard Llewellyn, How Green Was My Valley
There is something infinitely precious about books. Humans have created a system whereby, through a series of markings on a page, we are able to get a glimpse into the mind and heart of another person. That person may have lived and died centuries ago, but, through books, we can come to know them.
It’s a kind of magic that allows us to live a hundred lifetimes, go on countless adventures, feel the pain of a thousand heartbreaks and the joy of a thousand loves. Books are the voice of our collective humanity crying out for our stories to be heard. They become our escape, our teachers, and our friends.
My love of literature began early. As a small child, I would sit on my mother’s lap in the evenings while she read to me. When I reached elementary school, my favorite part of the school day was SSR (Silent Sustained Reading). I was a socially awkward and introverted child, so being allowed to quietly read on my own was a delight. In the afternoons, I would rush home from school to watch Wishbone, a TV show about a dog who connected events in his life to classic works of literature like A Tale of Two Cities or Beowulf.
My aunt gifted me Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone for my twelfth birthday, and I devoured it. Few things, before or since, have captured my imagination like Harry’s adventures at Hogwarts. I recall the nights that I stayed up until the small hours of the morning reading the newest Potter book, knowing I’d be exhausted the next day, but too engrossed to possibly go to sleep. I’m a rabid Potterhead to this day.
As I grew, my taste in books matured, and my interests continue to widen. I discovered a love of nonfiction books well into adulthood, and find that reading nonfiction allows me to continue learning long after my formal education has ended. History and the social sciences are particularly interesting to me, but I’ll read just about anything.
I believe that being open to various genres is vital to a sustained love of reading. Books are food for the mind, and occasionally I find that I am (or am not) in the mood for a particular flavor. I crave genres like I crave different cuisines. Sometimes I really want to read a science fiction novel. Sometimes I’m in the mood for a Regency romance. Other days I find myself enthralled by a nonfiction book about octopuses. The variety keeps me interested, my ever-growing To Read list keeps me motivated, and the authors themselves keep me returning, time and again, to the page.
My goal with this blog is to celebrate books in all their varieties. You’ll find reviews of books as I read them. You’ll find my recommendations for books in several genres. I hope that you’ll find engaging content. But most of all, I hope that you’ll find a new literary friend.
