You are my sister
You are my daughter
You are my face; you are me
I have found you again; you have come back to me
You are my beloved
You are mine
You are mine"
the sadness was at her center, the desolated center where the self that was no self made its home. Sad as it was that she did not know where her children were buried or what they looked like if alive, fact was she knew more about them than she knew about herself, having never had the map to discover what she was like.I’m accustomed to hear different stories. I’m accustomed to live around different lives. I’m more used to beauty than ugliness. I’m more used to songs than silence. I’m more used ...more
In the beginning there were no words. In the beginning was the sound, and they all knew what that sound sounded like.I could leave it like that.
This is one horror of an emotional story. If you think you've heard or read the worst about the brutality and vile acts of slavery, Beloved just may change your mind as you visit the haunted world of 124 Bluestone Road.
I do so love a novel with a good ole active (view spoiler)[(and revengeful) (hide spoiler)] spirit and slow build-up to a shocking secret (view spoiler)[(OMG infanticide) (hide spoiler)] but the narration switches (sometimes even mid-paragraph) were confusing and a bit ir...more