Book Reviews

Book Blurb – Five Men Who Broke My Heart

I have sat with this book in front of me, next to me, within eyesight for three days. To write a review or not, that is the question I wrestled with. The battle was real. I cannot write a true review as I have read but 90 of the over 200 pages. And yet, maybe that is the review. I was unable, unwilling to continue reading for the sake of finishing the book.

A writer myself, it pains me to type this. How would I feel if someone were to post, for all to see, that they were unable, unwilling to read my words to the end, as bitter as it may be. First of all, I do not have a full book in print as of yet, for one to read, let alone review. And second, who am I to think that my review bears weight of any kind to another auther. (cue laughter)

I love to read and am reading a large amount of books as of late. Mostly memoir, but not entirely. I throw in a bit of fiction and creative nonfiction as well. I’d love to read a book per week, which could be possible if the book met my longing. I long for a book to grab hold of me, so much so, I hate to put it down. I want to find myself reading at night until the black type blurs turning to grey as it mixes with the whiteness of the page it sits on. To wake in the morning rushing through my responsibilities sneaking 5 minutes here and there with the book, Each turn of the page better than the one before.

Five Men Who Broke My heart was not to be, not for me. I was intrigued by the idea of a woman going back to meet, find, connect with the men who had first captured her heart before breaking it. I made it through the chance meet up with #1 and #2 with great effort and a bit of skin reading here and there. I kept waiting for that moment when the story would grab hold of me and pull me throught to the end. After 7 chapters, more than I give most books, it just wasn’t doing it.

That said, I can’t tell you if the book is good, great, or terribly bad. All I can say is, it wasn’t for me. Each relationship, her current the two from the past I made it through, were bland. They lacked energy, drama, excitement, whatever it might take to reel me in for the long haul. Each time I closed the book, it was without hesitation. Not even the slight sense of reluctance of needing to move on to a different task. I wanted to finish it, as I hate to quit. I couldn’t do it. I have officially let it go. Closed the book for the final time.

Tomorrow I will return it to the library.

I am left with this question:

If I do not finish the book, do I still click the ‘Have Read’ on Good Reads?

Book Reviews

Book Blurb – White Fragility

White Fragility, By Robin DiAngelo
Available on Amazon or your local Book Store.

 

I finished reading White Fragility, by Robin DiAngelo, about a week ago. While I found a few small sections where the information sent my mind down stream without a paddle, for the most part the book held my attention and resonated in ways I found wonderfully uncomfortable. Robin made several points that were exact thoughts having ran through my head on more than one occasion. There is something about a writer confirming our thoughts, good and bad, right and wrong, that connect a reader with an author, drawing us in for more.

I would never have said I was racist. In fact, I would have said things like:

I am not a racist.

I don’t see color, I see people.

I have friends who are: black, Korean, Chinese, etc.

I believe all people are created equal.

The more we talk about color the more we are aware of color being different.

Every one of these statements would have been said with the best of intentions. With the idea in mind, I am a good person and not capable of being a ‘bad racist person’. White Fragility brought new understanding to the statements above, how they are wrong and why. My eyes, my mind, my heart all being opened to the claims I held as truth and how they perpetuated racism and enabled my own fragility. While reading page after page, experiences when I myself had felt my spine extend, my defenses rise protecting my own integrity flooded my mind again, and again. I was awakened.

I closed the book having read the final page and thought, “I need to read this again. Everyone I know needs to read this book. This book needs to be required reading in our middle or high schools.” I’ll start with me. I will purchase this book (I returned the copy I had as it was a library book). While reading it, I shared a few highlights out loud with my husband and our 10-year-old son. I will read him more of it when we receive our copy. He needs to know.

We are white. We are privileged. We are not color blind. We are racist. Not the definition we have been raised to believe, racists are those bad people who intentionally do bad things to people of other races. Racist, a person with a prejudiced belief that one race is superior to others. We are because this is how we have been raised. This is what we have seen, watched on TV, in movies, what we have been taught in school, in books, so on and so forth.

I strongly recommend you go out and borrow or buy a copy today. It’s worth a read.