by Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou
It seems that we're in Kansas, in an African American community, in 1912 and beyond. Whenever I go on vacation, I try to read some books by African American authors. I think I only managed this one this year. The issue for me, is that I can't possibly understand other people, unless I learn about th...
Doesn't much hold together as an actual novel - some passages feel patched together, while major events are brushed over in a few sentences. Sandy is somewhat of a weak protagonist; much of his growth is explained in paragraphs of prose, rather than through his own actions or agency, and he's rarely...
"When you starts hatin' people, you gets uglier than they is - an I ain't never had no time for ugliness, 'cause that's where de devil comes in - in ugliness!""...I knows there ain't no room in de world fo' nothin' mo'n love. I knows, chile! Ever'thing there is but lovin' leaves a rust on yo' soul...
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