I can’t remember when “reader” became a part of my identity, it just seemed like it was always a fact and I had no choice in the matter. As a child books were my entertainment when I found myself surrounded by more adults than children (which was a constant), or when I was in and out of hospitals, doctors offices, or other non-kid friendly places with the old Black Southern ladies who helped raised me. Books were my constant, never forced on me, just readily available to turn to. I can remember weekends spent sitting in the recliner next to my Grandmothers bed, tearing through pages of Sweet Valley High. Getting lost in the adventures of the Wakefield twins was as much fun as going outside and creating my own. Me lost in my book and my Grandmother laying beside me felt precious in a way I couldn’t quite put words to then.
Although I can’t remember when books became a part of who I am, I do remember when black authors were inducted into my pass time. My mom introduced me to the poems of Nikki Giovanni when I was around 13. Nikki wrote about black people, created black narratives and had a black voice that was familiar to me in a way that Sweet Valley High wasn’t. Next it was Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine, followed by Fly Girl and by the time I read The Coldest Winter Ever I was hooked.
I believe a good book just is. It has no particular voice, or written by an author of a certain race about a specific subject. If the story grabs my attention that’s “good” enough for me. However, there is something to be said for a book that invites you into a world unlike your own. I’ve become more empathetic because of books with characters living lives unfamiliar to my own, I’ve been able to challenge my belief systems reading authors with perspectives opposite mine. Those Sweet Valley books weren’t complex in any way that’s enlightening now, but they did introduce me to a world so unlike my own I found myself hooked on the escape.
For readers who want the challenge, enlightenment or to introduce themselves to the diversity that is the black experience. I invite you to begin reading some of my favorites below. Click the book cover to purchase.
As Queenie careens from one questionable decision to another, she finds herself wondering, “What are you doing? Why are you doing it? Who do you want to be?”—all of the questions today’s woman must face in a world trying to answer them for her.
With “fresh and honest” (Jojo Moyes) prose, Queenie is a remarkably relatable exploration of what it means to be a modern woman searching for meaning in today’s world.
I get as excited about new book suggestions as I do about a Netflix rec, so what are some black authors you can suggest? Let’s talk about it in the comments.
Beth says
I loved American Marriage and the story and characters had me wishing for a sequel. The Underground Railroad opened my eyes to the Black experience of slavery and the horrors to women. I will be adding your other recommendations to my summer reading.