Review: The Weary Blues, Langston Hughes

Langston Hughes was only twenty-four when this collection of poetry was published. This is astounding to me, that, as such a young man, he wrote poems of such grace, depth, and, perhaps most striking—originality. Like Whitman before him, he seems to be recreating poetry on the page, imbuing his words with soulfulness. He balances a … Continue reading Review: The Weary Blues, Langston Hughes

On the Joy and Disappointment of Not Finishing Books

In recent years, I’ve gotten much better about allowing myself to put down books I’m not enjoying. It’s still hard. There’s something about stopping a book halfway through that still feels wrong, even though I’ve gotten used to doing it. Sometimes it’s because I’m convinced that if I just stick with it long enough, it’ll … Continue reading On the Joy and Disappointment of Not Finishing Books

Just A Bite: History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera

One of the biggest differences between novels and real life (maybe the only real difference) is that novels are carefully, delicately, thoughtfully built. A good novel is exactingly crafted. Nothing happens by chance. Every character, every plot twist, every passage of dialogue—it’s all perfectly arranged by the author. Every sentence is there for a reason; … Continue reading Just A Bite: History Is All You Left Me by Adam Silvera