The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

The Poet X is a quietly powerful, beautiful, and moving novel-in-verse. It's the story of Xiomara Batista, a Dominican American teenager, the child of immigrants, and a powerfully talented poet. She struggles to fit in, torn between her own desires and the desire to please her religious mother. She feels unseen by those around her, and... Continue Reading →

The Friend by Sigrid Nunez

The unnamed narrator of The Friend is a writer and college professor. Her best friend of thirty-ish years, a fellow writer, commits suicide, and she is tasked with taking care of the dog he left behind, a Great Dane named Apollo. It’s a quiet story about her relationship with Apollo and her grief over her... Continue Reading →

Passing by Nella Larsen

After rereading Their Eyes Were Watching God, I decided to seek out books published by women pre-1950 to add to my 2018 TBR. You can see the whole list on a past Fierce Feminist Friday. I started with Nella Larsen's Passing, first published in 1929. Passing concerns two black women living in Chicago and Harlem... Continue Reading →

Everything Here Is Beautiful by Mira T. Lee

Everything Here Is Beautiful is a quiet, moving novel about family, sisterhood, and mental illness. It’s the story of two sisters: responsible, measured Miranda and impulsive, free-spirited Lucia. Over the course of their lives, Miranda and Lucia’s relationship remains central, even as they struggle to relate to and take care of each other. Lucia’s life... Continue Reading →

River of Teeth by Sarah Gailey

In the early 20th century, Congress considered a plan to import hippopotamuses to the US in order to address a national meat shortage. These hippos would live in the swamps of Louisiana, where, presumably, ranchers would “farm” them. Thankfully, this never happened. Thankfully, also, fiction exists, because Sarah Gailey’s novella River of Teeth, which posits... Continue Reading →

Freshwater by Akwaeke Emezi

Since I finished this book, I've been pondering how possibly to review it, because this is one of those novels that defies a review. I don't even know where to start. I can't say I liked it, or especially enjoyed reading it, but I respected it. This is what I keep coming back to: as... Continue Reading →

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