Toni Morrison
I still remember the brief section of shelf at the old Reynolds Township library and how I went through her books that stood on it, one by one. The force of her prose blew my young mind away. I remember how it started, the feathery feel of the copy of Beloved with its yellow sticker on: Used. It felt like a bed of gold. And though I can’t remember much about plots, it was with Toni Morrison’s voice that I found myself enthralled.
The Bluest Eyes, Song of Solomon, Sula, Beloved, Tar Baby
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