So. Y’all had me really scared to read this book. I was thinking it was going to be the most horrid of the horrid. I liked it.
I am a sucker for memoirs. I like to think it is because I’m
nosy as all get out delightfully inquisitive and enjoy reading about other people’s journeys through this wonderful life. Do I think this was the best written memoir I’ve ever read? Nope. Did that surprise me slightly? Sure did. I was expecting a different read from Michelle Norris, but now that I think about it, I’m not certain why. Just because I enjoy her on NPR doesn’t mean that she’s automatically going to be a supremely gifted writer. But I think that she did a good job and I don’t regret reading this book at all.
I’ll tell you what – her response to learning about her father’s one night in jail could’ve knocked me over with a feather. I realize that I have no right to tell anyone else how they should react to something, but come on lady. Finding out your father was accidentally shot in the leg and spent a night in jail is not as worthy of collapsing on the floor in a heap and remaining paralyzed for 2 hours as oh say, finding out your father killed someone in a bar fight or something along those lines…I actually went back and read that part
2 3 times because I was certain that I’d missed something. I had not.
My favorite quote from the book was: “Blacks often feel the dispiriting burden of being perceived willy-nilly as representing an entire race. The idea made my head hurt, and it still does if I dwell on it too much.” Yes! Yes! Yes!
Anyhoo lovelies, I know many of you do not share my feelings about the book – head on over to the comments and let’s get this discussion rolling.
Any suggestions for our next book which I think will be the last one for 2012. Unless y’all think we can read and discuss two more books in the midst of all the activity and bustle that the holidays bring? Let me know!