I hate to say it gang, but I think summer is half over.
This is the time of year when I start to think about all of the things that I didn’t get done: visiting my brother- and sister-in-law and their kids, camping, lazy afternoon drives in our Jeep. Don’t even get me started on the sad state of my garden.
But the books! The books are flowing like water! Here a few of the ones I read over the last month.
Traiq Johnson is gunned down in the street on his home from the store. Traiq is black, the man that shot his was white. What makes this book so interesting is that is told from multiple points of view from people all over the neighborhood, from the gang members that were nearby to a civil right activist that rolls into to town in the wake of the shooting.
I was about halfway through this book when the events in Texas, Louisiana, and my very own Minnesota when down. After some reflection, I realize that reading this book is more important than ever.
Abdel Kader Haidara spent much of the 80s traveling up and down the Niger River acquiring ancient manuscript that have been pretty much forgotten over the centuries. He built a wonderful library where these documents could be cataloged, preserved and digitized. In 2012, Al Qaeda took control of the region and Haidara had again scheme to save the manuscripts from destruction when the do not follow the teachings of their strict form of Islam.
We seem to think we have it all figured out. But what if we’re wrong? What if gravity doesn’t work the way we think it does? What if there is life beyond our planet or parallel universes? What if the most defining artist/musician/pop culture icon of our generation is a relatively unknown? This is a sometimes terrifying, but always thoughtful look at culture today.
Eddie’s mom, Darlene, has gone off the deep end since his dad was killed. She started staying out all night and doing drugs. So when he woke up one morning and she wasn’t there, he wasn’t really surprised. But de headed out onto the streets to try to find her. Darlene took off on a bus to work for Delicious Foods. Well, work is not the word; she is a slave. Oh yeah, part of the book is narrated by cocaine . . .
What have you been reading lately?
I am linking up over at Modern Mrs Darcy, head on over and see what everyone else has been reading.