Plus a few others
Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl, by Harriet Jacobs: This book blew my mind and changed how I look at our society. What effect does it have that many (most?) African-Americans are products of rape that occurred generations ago? What are the spiritual ramifications of that?
Like many conservative-leaning people, I puzzle over why race is still an issue in this country. (Please don’t verbally stone me here, I know this is sensitive, contentious topic.) I’m not a racist; you’re not a racist (I don’t think). What’s the big deal? I tend to attribute racial inequality to the breakdown of the black family, which I attribute to the sexual revolution, the welfare state, and certain aspects of the civil rights movement gone wrong.
I still think that but . . . for hundreds of years black people in our country never had a chance to have a normal family life. Rape was an inevitable fact of life for many (most?) black women. At least that’s the picture this book paints, and I’m inclined to believe it. White slaveholders impregnated their slaves, fully intending to use and sell their own children as chattel, enriching themselves by adding more slaves to their stock. How could we possibly be over that in 150 years?
So, I took a reading break after that little pick-me-up, but in the last two months I also managed to read
My Life In France, by Julia Child: This is charming. I wrote a few more thoughts here.
The Soul of A Lion: A biography of Dietrich Von Hildebrand by his wife, Alice Von Hildebrand. Von Hildebrand was both an influential Catholic philosopher and a brave opponent of Nazism during World War II. I’m glad to have read about him, although the book could have been written better.
I’m hereby acknowledging that I’m Not Going To Finish a few books:
Kisses From Katie, by Katie J. Davis and Beth Clark: How terrible is it that I wrote a blog post about this book before finishing it? Katie’s is an amazing, inspiring story, but it isn’t written very well. Read about Felicity White’s concept of how the book should have been written; she would title it In Uganda They Call Me Mommy. I like it.
Boundaries With Kids: I didn’t get very far here. Again, great ideas but repetitive of the first book and of other parenting books I’ve read.
A few others are going on the To Finish Eventually shelf:
What have you been reading? What have you shelved?
I haven’t stayed within 140 characters per book; nonetheless, I’m linking up with Modern Mrs. Darcy for Twitterature. Happy weekend!