I started this blog as a way to document my yearly reading challenges. I was able to read 59 books last year, only one book short of my 60 books challenge. I set up the same challenge this year hoping to exceed my goal. To meet or exceed this goal, I must read at least 5 books a month. So, how did I do in the first quarter? Am I ahead or behind and should I reconsider my challenge? To help put things into perspective, here are the books I read each month.
Beloved told the story of Sethe, a slave woman who ran away from Sweet Home, a plantation in Kentucky and moved into 124 on Bluestone Road in Ohio. Her mother-in-law (Baby Suggs), her two sons (Buglar and Howard), and her two daughters (one named Denver) lived in the house with her.
Home is a novel about two siblings Frank and Cee who grew up very poor with a mean old grandmother, indifferent grandfather and parents. While growing up, Frank was basically responsible for his sister, Cee. He took her everywhere or rather she followed him everywhere and protected her. Eventually, he enlisted in the military and left home. Home told the story mostly from Frank’s point of view. We got to find out about Frank’s experience in the military, his inner/mental struggles, his failed marriage, his return home, his experience with racism, and his fight to rescue his sister from a psycho doctor.
The Bluest Eye was set between 1940 and 1941 in Lorain, Ohio.
Major characters include Claudia and Frieda MacTeer, Pecola Breedlove, Pauline aka Mrs. Breedlove and Cholly Breedlove.
This book told the story of two young girls who are a complete opposite of each other. The story was mostly told from Claudia and Pecola’s point of views. The novel started off with Claudia narrating her life with her sister Frieda and her parents. She came across as very confident, high self esteem and unashamedly black. Continue reading
Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly…
Winter tightened our heads with a band of cold and melted our eyes.
Beauty was not simply something to behold; it was something one could do.