Would you be willing to say “Yes” for a whole year?
Sumer is gone and Skin is In
Why is it so hard to pick up a book again?
It’s #recommendsday. Need new reads for your shelf?
*Note: I wrote almost all of this shortly after the Bookfest event in April, but never got around to posting it. Please enjoy my look back at #Bookfest.*
Top Ten for the Weekend is a collection of some of the most interesting bookish things I’ve seen lately. 1 and 2) In case you missed it, I posted TWO reviews this week, each of the Science Fiction genre. If you haven’t done so yet, check out my review on Kings of Earth (2015) by Joe Ponder and Parable of the Sower (1993) by Octavia Butler. Ponder is a newly publish author living in Texas. His book deserves some praise! Butler is well-known as not only a great writer but an icon in the genre. 3) After reading Remembering Octavia Butler, I wanted to honor her myself. I hope I did with my book review. 4) I also found out that talks started last year to turn Butler’s book, Dawn, into a tv series. This article from IndieWire gives you some more background. 5) If you need a pick-me-up, Blavity.com has a list for you. 11 Self-Help Books Written By Black People That Will Get You Through Anything. Making the cut is one of my current reads Year of Yes by Shonda Rhimes. 6) And reminder of why …
My first Octavia Butler novel almost left me speechless.
With a few paint cracks in the cover, my autographed copy of Death by Comb is in excellent, used condition. To me, it looks worn and ragged, but I’m sure no one else would even give it a second thought. I have carried this book on my person daily since I acquired it a week ago. It has moved with me from room-to-room as I complete my daily tasks. You never know when you’ll have a spare second to read. I don’t even break the spine on my books, but that’s another story. This story (review) is about my week on Camari Carter’s journey. Plant (a haiku) the living room plant forgotten, dry, and withered we are much alike Not that this has anything to do with the content of her work, but I didn’t like the cover art. By the time I had held a book in my hand, I had already heard her perform some of her poetry and had a very brief chat with her. This cover art was not her. I mean, yes, it is a picture of her. But …