It feels almost wrong to be posting about books with everything going on in the world right now, but I need this little corner for my own mental health and well-being. The murder of George Floyd and the ensuing protests for justice have once again shown me how little Black lives mean in the structure of American society. This is nothing new to me. I’ve known this for practically my whole life, considering I’m Black. Mixed and light-skinned, yes, but still Black. But I realize that I am privileged in so many ways and I, and everyone else who has certain privileges, needs to use them for good. Not just during times like these, but always.
While I and many others may not be able to physically join the protests for various reasons, we can still use our voices to speak out by signing petitions. We can donate. We can confront the racism that exists in our own lives, in our social groups, in our families. We must continue to shout to the world that Black lives matter.
Please join me in that. We cannot stay silent, now or ever.
Now, back to books.
Disappointed to say that I didn’t read much in April and May, two months that went by fairly quick. And what I did read… well, there were more duds than good reads.
(And please note, all of these reviews and my end note were written in April and early May, so my tone is a little more light-hearted than these times currently call for)
Here’s what I read in April and May…