Revenge is often never as fulfilling as we think it will be, because the harm that’s been done isn’t fixed by that revenge. As a reader, you’re fixated on the supposed satisfaction of witnessing slavers gain their comeuppance, while also having to experience through Sully the visceral reality that healing is never truly so straight forward.
Under the Udala Trees is a beautiful, layered story about love, expectations, motherhood, and staying true to oneself even then that means making difficult choices.
Dear Martin shows that above all, young black boys can and do thrive—but they have to be given the ability to do so, and we have to question the ways and reasons that make it so they don’t.
How viable is it, really, to colonize other planets? And how viable is the notion that there will be those who are worthy and those who are not to carry on our species across the stars while the rest of us are left here to dwindle? Especially when those who would be making these choices would inevitably choose themselves, and the people like them?