#BookTheVote!


Do you ever wish you could have a hand in shaping the future? You can. It’s called voting.  And now’s the time.

Are you registered to vote? If not, it’s easy to do. Find out how at https://vote.gov/.

And hurry – the window to register in many states closes soon. Check for your state’s deadline here.

You’re already registered? That’s great. But are you sure you’re still registered?

Many states are purging tens of thousands of registered voters from the rolls – mainly people of color, low-income people, and young people.

Make sure you’re still registered.

Today I’m joining with published writers across the country to urge readers to register and vote. It’s never been more important.

But don’t take my word for it. Ask Karen Joy Fowler, Tayari Jones, Meg Waite Clayton,  Celeste Ng, Caroline Leavitt, Soniah Kamal – pretty much any novelist you admire. They’ll all tell you the same thing:

Register.

Vote.

#BookTheVote

Searching for oblivion

A tale of two audiobooks and a library book

Woman reading in hammock Telegraph.co.uk

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I’ve been looking for a book that I could immerse myself in and forget the world. I didn’t want to have to worry about the characters, or fume at the injustices they encountered, or fear for their futures; I do enough of that with the daily news.

 Things didn’t work out exactly as planned.

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My Hierarchy of Reads

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One day this week, as I was idly gazing at my bookshelves (aka writing), I began to think about what moves me to buy or read a particular book. Of course, there can be any number of reasons, but as I considered it, several distinctive themes emerged.

Using a few examples from books I read in 2017-2018, here is my personal hierarchy of reads.

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What is the Best Month to Read Black Authors?

Every month, silly.  And here are some excellent options, from A to , well, W.

Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson

Gorgeous, poetic novel about four young African American girls who grow up, grow close, and grow apart in the Brooklyn of the 1970s. The novel begins as two of the girls – now grown women – run into each other on the subway after years of separation. One of the women rises and, although she knows her old friend expects her to come over and “hug the years away,” instead gets off the train. The scene both startles and puts the reader on notice to expect a wallop from this brief book that deals with memory, grief, racism, white flight, male violence, and the power of women’s friendships, with language so sharply honed you almost don’t feel it stab you in the heart.

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