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Reading 2011

My soul breathes in and the air is filled with words. I love books, love reading, and even as I marvel at the technology of my daughter's Kobo and husband's iPad (and iBooks), there is still something so magical about touching a book, turning the pages, and underlining passages that stand out to me. 2011 found me continuing my journey through black female literature. I began this quest a few years ago, determined to read and find words more than the publisher's stereotypical hood rat or ghetto queen or urban erotic mess that clogs up the store shelves. Fiction and non-fiction filled my time between the pages. The ones most noted will remain on my bookshelf. They are: 1. The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson. This is by far the most memorable book I read this year and one that I want to give to my sons. This phenomenal work brought the people of the Great Migration to life and allowed me to even find my father's Arkansas to Michigan store enshrined in

The Air Between Us

Just like a smooth cup of coffee always goes down pleasantly and settles warmth in the soul on a cool morning, such is Deborah Johnson's the air between us. This book combined southern comfort with a deep knowing of the characters before we even read a first word. Black or white, poor or not, if you have southern roots, you have an understanding of how closely the lives really are lived down in the Delta, or in Meridian or Money or even little Revere, Mississippi, the setting of this satisfying book. My daddy, his siblings, and my step-mother all came from a small town in Arkansas. Growing up, I could hear little phrases and knowing that resonated back to their early years in the south and up north in their transplanted town, they never left the hospitality and resonance of living below the Mason Dixon Line. This book brought an understanding of race and class, culture, and family in a way that the sociological, political, and historical readings on my shelf miss, this nove