For someone who has Lil Wayne's Carter IV, Watch the Throne and YoungBloodz featuring Lil' Jon in constant rotation on my music player and will watch movies like King of Paper Chasin' in a heartbeat, I am a huge, bourgeois book snob. I'm one of those people who would literally turn my nose up at the so called "urban fiction" that is displayed in Wal-mart's book section. I mean who wants to read an entire book about some girl from the streets who falls in love with a drug dealer, blah, blah, blah. The Coldest Winter Ever by Sister Souljah (which is da bomb) was the closest I came to reading anything similar and that's where it stopped.
Well, I finally got around to using a Barnes & Noble gift card I received for Christmas and ordered these books:
The Loom by Shella Gillus. The type of book I normally read because I love to read historical fiction. Specifically any story set during antebellum slavery to 1950's or 60's. Couldn't explain why, but I get all caught up.
Ok so, I started reading The Loom this weekend when I ran across the book White Lines by Tracy Brown.
I don't know yall, it might be hard for me to go back and try to read the copies of Toni Morrison's Love or Love in the Time of Cholera that I've been meaning to get around to after "slumming" it for a couple of days.
**now adding other books from Triple Crown Publications to Amazon wish list. A Hustler's Wife, A Hustler's Son...the list goes on**