It’s a little tough for me to read books that aren’t young adult because my life is depressing enough without me adding books that don’t have a lot of hope tied to the end of it’s pinky (I know I need to branch out because there are adult fiction books that don’t do this but it’s a pandemic, I’m scared of new things). Skye Falling by Mia McKenzie (she/her) made me laugh so hard and then cry a bucket and you should read it immediately. This book reminds me to stay still and stay open and that feeling isn’t the worst thing I can do when I’m scared, but ignoring the root of feeling could be more detrimental to not just me but those I love too.
I hate change (who doesn’t) but sometimes I can get really destructive in the avoiding of it. I return to it when I’m scared of ending, I’m scared of endings, I know I cannot avoid endings.
I cannot state how important this book is to me. Two young black girls fall in love as they navigate death, grief, and the universe. The Stars and the Blackness Between Them by Junauda Petrus-Nasah (she/her) is one of the books that allowed me to remember that loving black women is holy, is so much of the reason I am here.
