Holliday Vann

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The author, Holliday Vann, graduated from The Ohio State University and Miami University located in Ohio. She loves high-heel strappy sandals, peaches, wine, Wuthering Heights, the book—-most versions of the movie—-and poetry. Since adolescence, she has been in love with reading, writing, and with words. Influenced by such literary muses as Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison and Flannery O’Connor, she remembers (like it was yesterday) the awakening that took place inside of her when she first read Edgar Allan Poe’s Tell-Tale Heart. Her poetry has been published in Summer Magazine, an Ohio State University publication. She has been the editor of a sports magazine and a swingers magazine (Yep, she's seen it all;-). She has also self-published a book ...more

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When Sexy Came Black to Cle...

it was amazing 5.00 avg rating — 2 ratings — published 2007
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“The tiny snowflakes seemed not to be falling at all, just hovering in the air. So few flakes and so minute, it was as if God had reached into his pockets and emptied out his lint and dust. And that was floating around in the air.”
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“The suicide attempt, like the rest of Dessah’s life, hadn’t worked out. She had awakened the next morning groggy as hell and merely rested. Wasn’t any need to tell anybody what she’d done. The outcome hadn’t been what she wanted, but it was what she got. That next day, all she remembered feeling was stupid.”
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When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland by Holliday Vann
"Sugar, honey, ice tea. I loved this book I have read it twice. I sent it to my mom, sister, and friends this is a must read and if your from Cleveland you'll understand why. Awesome is all I can say."
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Butterfly Perfume by Hope L. Evans
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The Jilting of Granny Weatherall by Katherine Anne Porter
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“The tiny snowflakes seemed not to be falling at all, just hovering in the air. So few flakes and so minute, it was as if God had reached into his pockets and emptied out his lint and dust. And that was floating around in the air.”
Holliday Vann, When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland

“Dessah’s mind kept taking her to places she didn’t want to go. Hearing about her aunt’s heart attack, all of a sudden, her body was awake as if she had drunk three cups of strong black coffee. But the idea of her aunt dying and her daughter taking control of the house her mother had paid for with her very life felt as if she drank the whole damn pot.”
Holliday Vann, When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland

“Dessah smiled, but only for a brief second, realizing that children nowadays knew that they were poor. If the children were not sure, the music videos that they watched made sure that they were sure.”
Holliday Vann, When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland

“Dessah’s mind kept taking her to places she didn’t want to go. Hearing about her aunt’s heart attack, all of a sudden, her body was awake as if she had drunk three cups of strong black coffee. But the idea of her aunt dying and her daughter taking control of the house her mother had paid for with her very life felt as if she drank the whole damn pot.”
Holliday Vann, When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland

“Dessah smiled, but only for a brief second, realizing that children nowadays knew that they were poor. If the children were not sure, the music videos that they watched made sure that they were sure.”
Holliday Vann, When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland

“She’s dead.”
Dessah was, at first, taken aback by the comment.
“Did you hear me, Dessah? I said, ‘My mama is dead’.”
With her cousin wailing and breathing hard into her ear, for a second, Dessah thought she might slide down the wall of the bathroom where she was standing, slide right on down to the floor in grief. But the next second came, and all she could say was, “So there’s no reason for me to come up there now, is it?”
Holliday Vann, When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland

“Sherry would have been attractive, but hard living was not only worn on her yellow face. It was in the wrinkled frailty of her neck, like new-born skin. It was the crooked movement of her mouth when she talked, as if she spoke to someone to the left of her. And her ashy, knobby hands that smelled of cigarette smoke, especially the right one. It was the stiff way she walked with her shoulders so high, as if she had gotten used to being rejected and run off the property. The hard living was in her movements, even in her spirit.”
Holliday Vann, When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland

“The day was several shades of gray depending upon where the eye wandered, and the streets were wet. But in a lower part of the sky, where the sun was yawning, the clouds were pink, lavender, and slow in moving into darkness.”
Holliday Vann, When Sexy Came Black to Cleveland




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