My characters speak to whoever will hear their story. They have a journey with which anyone can choose to relate. So many Black authors don’t see a wider circulation of their work because in some places, the African-American section of a bookstore is just a half shelf or table pushed to the back. And sometimes, people are just too afraid to check out something that they think is only meant for Black people to understand. As if the book is completely written in Ebonics or something.
That’s why I think it’s time to uproot the African-American section from the bookstore. Yes, that means there may be an Wahida Clark urban fiction novel sitting next to your Candace Bushnell urban fiction. Donald Goines may finally sit next to Sue Grafton. But isn’t that where they belong? Segregating our fiction, by anything other than subject matter or genre (which I may be against as well, but that’s a whole ‘nother story), cheats us out of having options in our reading lives."
— from The Dark Side of the Bookstore: The Problem With the “African American” Section by Syreeta Barlow (via bookriot)
I’m so angry right now!
I just locked myself out of our own apartment. The second the door was shut I realized that my key is still in the apartment - thank you stupid safety door - since we had that thing, this has happened to me quite a few times and the ‘closest’ person with a key is my mom and it takes me 45min to get there, gosh - I have stuff to do. I’m so angry - mostly at myself, but then again also at this freaking safety door -.-