Review: Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates

“My work is to give you what I know of my own particular path while allowing you to walk your own.”

In a series of essays, written as a letter to his son, Coates confronts the notion of race in America and how it has shaped American history, many times at the cost of black bodies and lives.

I listened to this as an audiobook and I cannot imagine having read listened it any differently. The writer’s words left a profound mark on me.

And I feel as if my own words won’t do justice to these essays, so I’m going to share some of the profound quotes and passages that left me with an array of warring emotions:

Essay I:

“But all our phrasing—race relations, racial chasm, racial justice, racial profiling, white privilege, even white supremacy—serves to obscure that racism is a visceral experience, that it dislodges brains, blocks airways, rips muscle, extracts organs, cracks bones, breaks teeth. You must never look away from this. You must always remember that the sociology, the history, the economics, the graphs, the charts, the regressions all land, with great violence, upon the body.”

“It was not my expectation that anyone would ever be punished. But you were young and still believed. You stayed up till 11 P.M. that night, waiting for the announcement of an indictment, and when instead it was announced that there was none you said, “I’ve got to go,” and you went into your room, and I heard you crying.”

This made the indistinct sadness well up in me.

“Later, I would hear it in Dad’s voice—“Either I can beat him, or the police.” Maybe that saved me. Maybe it didn’t. All I know is, the violence rose from the fear like smoke from a fire, and I cannot say whether that violence, even administered in fear and love, sounded the alarm or choked us at the exit.”

“I don’t know what it means to grow up with a black president, social networks, omnipresent media, and black women everywhere in their natural hair. What I know is that when they loosed the killer of Michael Brown, you said, “I’ve got to go.” And that cut me because, for all our differing worlds, at your age my feeling was exactly the same.”

“Algebra, Biology, and English were not subjects so much as opportunities to better discipline the body, to practice writing between the lines, copying the directions legibly, memorizing theorems extracted from the world they were created to represent. All of it felt so distant to me. I remember sitting in my seventh-grade French class and not having any idea why I was there.”

“Why, precisely, was I sitting in this classroom?
The question was never answered. I was a curious boy, but the schools were not concerned with curiosity. They were concerned with compliance. I loved a few of my teachers. But I cannot say that I truly believed any of them. ”

“I devoured the books because they were the rays of light peeking out from the doorframe, and perhaps past that door there was another world, one beyond the gripping fear that undergirded the Dream.”

“The pursuit of knowing was freedom to me, the right to declare your own curiosities and follow them through all manner of books. I was made for the library, not the classroom. The classroom was a jail of other people’s interests. The library was open, unending, free.”

“In my small apartment, she kissed me, and the ground opened up, swallowed me, buried me right there in that moment. How many awful poems did I write thinking of her?”

“You were born that August. I thought of the great spectrum of The Mecca—black people from Belize, black people with Jewish mothers, black people with fathers from Bangalore, black people from Toronto and Kingston, black people who spoke Russian, who spoke Spanish, who played Mongo Santamaría, who understood mathematics and sat up in bone labs, unearthing the mysteries of the enslaved. There was more out there than I had ever hoped for, and I wanted you to have it.”

“Never forget that we were enslaved in this country longer than we have been free. Never forget that for 250 years black people were born into chains—whole generations followed by more generations who knew nothing but chains.”

“You have to make your peace with the chaos, but you cannot lie. You cannot forget how much they took from us and how they transfigured our very bodies into sugar, tobacco, cotton, and gold.”

Essay II:

“The truth is that the police reflect America in all of its will and fear, and whatever we might make of this country’s criminal justice policy, it cannot be said that it was imposed by a repressive minority.”

“Now at night, I held you and a great fear, wide as all our American generations, took me. Now I personally understood my father and the old mantra—“Either I can beat him or the police.” I understood it all—the cable wires, the extension cords, the ritual switch. Black people love their children with a kind of obsession. You are all we have, and you come to us endangered. I think we would like to kill you ourselves before seeing you killed by the streets that America made. ”

“It was only after you that I understood this love, that I understood the grip of my mother’s hand. She knew that the galaxy itself could kill me, that all of me could be shattered and all of her legacy spilled upon the curb like bum wine.”

“So I feared not just the violence of this world but the rules designed to protect you from it, the rules that would have you contort your body to address the block, and contort again to be taken seriously by colleagues, and contort again so as not to give the police a reason. All my life I’d heard people tell their black boys and black girls to “be twice as good,” which is to say “accept half as much.”

“It only takes one person to make a change,” you are often told. This is also a myth. Perhaps one person can make a change, but not the kind of change that would raise your body to equality with your countrymen.”

“Our current politics tell you that should you fall victim to such an assault and lose your body, it somehow must be your fault. Trayvon Martin’s hoodie got him killed. Jordan Davis’s loud music did the same. John Crawford should never have touched the rifle on display. Kajieme Powell should have known not to be crazy. And all of them should have had fathers—even the ones who had fathers, even you. Without its own justifications, the Dream would collapse upon itself. You first learned this from Michael Brown. I first learned it from Prince Jones.”

Essay III:

“I have never asked how you became personally aware of the distance. Was it Mike Brown? I don’t think I want to know. But I know that it has happened to you already, that you have deduced that you are privileged and yet still different from other privileged children, because you are the bearer of a body more fragile than any other in this country. ”

Listening and reading Between the World and Me completely shifted my worldview. I read it this weekend and I swear, it will haunt me for weeks to come.

I also love that there were pictures scattered throughout the book.between-the-world-and-me-1-bookspoilsbetween-the-world-and-me-2-bookspoilsbetween-the-world-and-me-3-bookspoilsbetween-the-world-and-me-4-bookspoilsbetween-the-world-and-me-5-bookspoils

4.5/5 stars

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Review: Joy by David O. Russell

tumblr_nrjacqvhoo1sjpbxoo8_r1_540I was desperate to get my hands on the screenplay of Joy since it’s my all-time favorite movie. I consider it to be a favorite both for its inspiring story and the impact it left on me.

Joy tells the story of a family across four generations centered on the girl who becomes the woman who founds a business dynasty and, in the process, recovers her childhood magic and finds her place in the world.

It features incredible relationships between families, friends, and very distinct and different women. I hold this movie very close to my heart, the impact it made on me (and my mom) will forever stay with me.

And so I decided to share my favorite quotes and scenes featured in the screenplay:

You need a handsome prince. That’s what you need, a prince.

No, I don’t need a prince. This is a special power. (Holds paper bird magically aloft.) I don’t need a prince.”

You know what you are? You’re like a gas leak. We don’t smell you, we don’t see you but you’re killing us all, silently.”

Maybe your dreams are on hold for now.

That’s a nice way of putting it.”

And this next scene is one of my all-time favorite scenes between Joy and her daughter:

Upstairs, Joy runs the bath.

Lauren Wells said you were a cleaning lady and sell used mops.

Lauren Wells said that?

She pulls Christy’s sweater over her head.

Yeah, and it really hurt my feelings.

Joy brushes Christy’s hair to the side.

First of all, even if I was a cleaning lady, so what, there’s no shame in hard work. And second of all I’m trying to sell a new mop, not used mops. And third of all don’t, don’t take any guff from anybody. You know, don’t let it in. I know it’s hard.

Christy and she share a stare together.”

One small thing. I’ll surprise you.

Okay, surprise me.

Joy closes door and Neil waits patiently.

What would be the small thing that she changes?

Joy opens the door again, looks at Neil unblinking with her hair half down, now dressed in a white blouse and pants.

What? You undid the whole thing.

This is me.

This is you? You’ve got on the exact same outfit you had when you came in here.

I wear a blouse and I wear pants. That’s who I am. I’m want to go on as me.”

I love her for being and believing in herself.

Mimi said you’re the one born to help carry the family to success.


No, Christy, Mimi was wrong. The world will not give you opportunities, the world will destroy your opportunities and break your heart. I should have listen to my mother when I was ten years old. I should have spent the rest of my life watching TV and hiding from the world like my mother. So I don’t want to hear any more about Mimi. She was wrong, she had her head in the clouds and it was full of stupid ideas and it gave me stupid ideas. Like this, stupid, stupid idea.”

Jennifer Lawrence executed this scene on screen with such excellence and fierceness and despair written on her face.

And the next moment she shared with the man who almost stole her business rights from under her was one of the most powerful moments for me. Joy’s strength is ineffable.

We’ll pay you back all the royalties you paid us.

Joy stares steadily without moving, says nothing.

I’ll give you twenty-five thousand on top of paying you back the fifty.

Joy looks down, brushes her lap off, then looks out the window into the light outside.

Okay. I’ll give you fifty thousand on top of paying you back the fifty.

Joy turns her unflinching gaze from the window back to the man across the room. She says nothing.

Plus interest.”

This taught me that silence can speak volumes, which I consider to be one of the most important lessons.


She put up with just about anything, until when she had to bring the hammer down. She brought the hammer down. You don’t become a boss without learning how to do that.”

The beauty and power of that line stopped me cold.

Joy was, to put it bluntly, a life-changing experience for me and my gratitude for it continues to be galaxy-sized.

Also, I loved that the screenplay featured stills from the film:joy-1-bookspoilsjoy-2-bookspoilsjoy-3-bookspoilsI also had to listen to this beautiful song on repeat:

4.5/5 stars

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Review: 365 Days of Wonder by R.J. Palacio

tumblr_n43w4pcom11sf2cljo1_12801I love quotes with a fiery passions, which is why I somehow always end up looking at the quotes on my Goodreads. I’m a quote collector.

As Cheryl Strayed wrote in Brave Enough:

“The best quotes don’t speak to one particular truth, but rather to universal truths that resonate—across time, culture, gender, generation, and situation—in our own hearts and minds.”

This book is a collection of precepts that Mr. Browne has gathered over the years along with some essays in which he touches upon the themes presented within. For instance: kindness, strength of character, overcoming adversity, or simply doing good in the world.

This collection features multiple quotes that really resonated with me, while others I had to read multiple times to get the message across.
But in the end I managed to capture the ones that left me pondering the most:










Overall, this collection was exactly what I was looking for: beautiful and inspiring quotes to start your day on the right tone.

4/5 stars 

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