Category: Jesmyn Ward

There is laughter, shrill calls. Everyone is f…

There is laughter, shrill calls. Everyone is flirting, saying in nudges and jokes and blushing what they would do in private.

Sometimes the world don’t give you what you ne…

Sometimes the world don’t give you what you need, no matter how hard you look. Sometimes it withholds.

7/18 Book Deals

Hello everyone, I hope your week is going well! More books on sale today, so be sure to have a quick peruse if you need some reading material. 🙂 Has anyone read Labyrinth of the Spirits? I loved The Shadow of the Wind and read the next two books in that series, but I haven’t gotten to that fourth one yet and am not sure if it’s something I should check out or not. Anyway, have a wonderful day, everyone! 🙂

Find past book deals here–many of which are still on sale!

Today’s Deals:

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Can’t nothing bother me when I got my ha…

Can’t nothing bother me when I got my hands in the dirt… Like I’m talking to God with my fingers.

Both of us on the cusp of adulthood, and this …

Both of us on the cusp of adulthood, and this is how my brother and I understood what it meant to be a woman: working, dour, full of worry. What it meant to be a man: resentful, angry, wanting life to be everything but what it was.

Sorrow is food swallowed too quickly, caught i…

Sorrow is food swallowed too quickly, caught in the throat, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Death, a great mouth set to swallow.

Death, a great mouth set to swallow.

The music, all violins and cellos, swells in t…

The music, all violins and cellos, swells in the room, then recedes, like the water out in the Gulf before a big storm.

The sky has turned the color of sandy red clay…

The sky has turned the color of sandy red clay: orange cream. The heat of the day at its heaviest: the insects awoken from their winter slumber. I cannot bear the world.

And it was easier to let him keep on touching …

And it was easier to let him keep on touching me than ask him to stop, easier to let him inside than to push him away, easier than hearing him ask me, “Why not?” It was easier to keep quiet and take it than to give him an answer.