My Soul to Keep (African Immortals, #1)

by Tananarive Due

Dogs were entertainers; cats, philosophers.

sobriquet.”

askance,

misanthrope,”

James Baldwin, Jane Austen, Susan Taylor.

Lately, half the time she adhered to her family, cleansing herself with them. Then, just as suddenly, she’d had enough. She would prefer silence now.

Maybe it was because the tears always followed a step behind her solitude. Any solitude.

It was a theft, plain and simple. A horrible, brutal theft.

Had the slaves’ belief in

salvation erased the misery of their lives?

Walking around with them that way, by and by, you just learn to carry them all a bit better, to stand up a bit straighter. That’s all life is, on this earth anyway.

a hypocrite who believes himself a saint!