I’m not ashamed to say it: I don’t read that many books in any given year. I’m one of those people that takes forever to finish a book because I have to think about it. However, this year, I’m going to try to read as many books as I can.
I don’t think any other book has quite captured my anguished, pissed, etc. side quite like Erika L. Sánchez’s “I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter.” It’s definitely one of the best YA books I’ve ever read.
Sherman Alexie is the first writer of color that I ever read besides Frederick Douglass, and I didn’t read him until college. He and his writing have been immensely influential and this book about his mom completely captivated me. Continue reading “Same, Sherman”
“The First Rule of Punk” by Celia C. Pérez is a book for young readers, but I don’t care! In my 26th year of life, this book is exactly what I needed to read.
I’m a day late, but I still don’t want to get into the whole issue with Thanksgiving Day and its misconstrued history. Instead, I thought I’d go along with the “thankful” theme and reflect on all of the joys and blessings I have encountered in my life for the year, book related and not book related. Continue reading “Thankful for…”
I hope you’ve heard of Marley Diaz by now. Why? Because she’s freakin’ amazing.
Like a lot of people of color, I had difficulty finding mentors when I was a student. I had some really amazing teachers all throughout my schooling, but I never had a close relationship with any of them. There was no one to help me, no one to talk to, and no one to relate to. And our backgrounds had a lot to do with it. That’s some of my favorite writers of color have become what I like to call at-a-distance mentors.
Wow. Muchísimas gracias (many thanks) to everyone for stopping by and reading my blog while I’ve been away! I really appreciate everyone for taking the time to check out this little blog of mine. As you can probably tell, I’ve been absent for a couple of months. But, as always, I have excuses. So many excuses.