I’m cruising through my polishing of Lives of Ghosts. It’s hot, it’s creepy and I’m loving it. But it is not going fast enough although I should make my self-imposed deadline. I’ve been working on this book since late 2009 and it’s a far cry from its original version (p.s., if any of my friends still have that original version, kindly burn it ASAP). But I feel like it’s got a good mix of love, female strength, adventure, and…humanity.
Speaking of humanity, I took a break from reading zombie/vampire/paranormal fiction and have settled down with The Color Purple by Alice Walker. It’s one of my all-time favorite movies and I’ve wanted to read the book since I was in high school.
I’m 40 now and decided better late than never.
For as much as I love horror stories and polarizing romances, there’s just something about reading stories of every day humans. I especially love to read about the African-American struggles (To Kill a Mockingbird, The Help, Huckleberry Finn and now The Color Purple). Something about always being pushed down and still finding the strength and will to persevere amazes me. It’s not necessarily a black or minority thing. It’s often a female thing. Apparently the issue of female equality keeps rearing its ugly head even in the 21st century.
Anywho, I’m just really glad I can pick up a book and dive in to a story that moves me on so many levels. Laughing, crying, hating, loving. The majority of the authors I read are female (not for any particular reason, it just works out that way), and I’m constantly struck by all the reasons to be proud of our gender. Especially during Womens’ History Month http://womenshistorymonth.gov/. So I’m sending out a big shout out to all the awesome women on our little blue planet. Without them, this world would have no humanity.