I just finished this book….
It’s a story of African American Slaves who are taken by their owners to spend their summers at a “resort” in the Northern United States. It’s an okay read. It’s no Book of Negroes.
I was scared of reading The Book of Negroes for a long time.
Not because it would be a sad and disturbing.
Hello, this IS all about me.
But, because it looked too hard for me to read. I was intimidated. I am not ashamed to admit this, but I do spend a lot of time in my Book Group asking what words mean. I’m not fishing here, but the women in my Book Group are quite a bit smarter than I am. But, they treat me well. Sort of like a slow cousin.
But, a really pretty slow cousin.
Who is really, really funny.
I cannot believe how humans can treat each other. It breaks my heart everyday when I read the news. How can people continue to treat others with such a lack of respect. Usually I end up feeling sick. I’m tired of reading about abuse of children. I am tired of hearing about abuse of women. It’s starting to feel like some sort of sick entertainment.
Okay, stepping off my soap box.
Here is another one I just finished….
I ended up having to put it down because I felt ill about the four year old brother. So, I had to skim ahead, read what happened and then go back and finish it. I liked it. Worth the read.
And I would like to tell you a secret.
Did you know that just because you start to read a book you don’t have to finish it?
I just learned this.
A friend of mine said to me once, ” Do you turn off the t.v in the middle of a show or a movie because it sucks?”
Me: ” Uh, ya..”
Then she drops, “Well, you can do that with a book.”
Me: “Really, no one ever told me this!”
Like I said, a slow cousin.
But, a really pretty and funny slow cousin.