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Lucky
Best-known as the author of The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold’s “Lucky” is her memoir of having been raped as a freshman in college, and the effect that it had on her life. Continue reading
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Tagged Alice Sebold, Autobiography, Book Reviews, Books, Lucky, Memoir, Nonfiction
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The Year of Living Biblically
One passage which stuck with me was when he questions why God would need to be praised all of the time – if he is the greatest being in the universe, surely he doesn’t have a self-esteem problem which would require constant reassurance. Continue reading
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Angelou’s writing lends a poetry to her life that makes the terrible things somehow okay, and the good things even better. Caged Bird is stunning portrait of a young black girl’s place in not only the south, but the greater world beyond it, and is a VERY worthwhile read. Continue reading
Heads, We Fly
“We’ve got freedom,” my husband would say, treading on eggshells. “We could take up drinking, or fly to Italy! People with children can’t do that. What’s wrong with another couple of years of freedom?” I’d furiously point out that we never did those things, and he’d drop it; his face falling. Nobody ever says “Heads, we fly to Italy. Tails, we get pregnant!” Continue reading
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Tagged Fiction, Flash Fiction, Heads We Fly, Memoir, unBucket Posts
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