I remember watching CNN when Hurricane Katrina hit land in 2005. Curled up in my college lofted bed, my chin rested on my knees I cried for a people I didn’t know personally. And yet, their reality seemed to strike me as if I were living it too. Rain smeared my college dorm room’s window, it was nothing like the rain being poured from the sky over Mississippi and Louisiana but, it still rained. I wondered, there on that bed, if I were trapped inside a house or a car, what my thoughts would have been.
That’s when the strong affinity to all things, people, and literature in relation to Hurricane Katrina started.
I recently began reading Jesmyn Ward’s Salvage the Bones and I knew by the first paragraph that I had stumbled across a small glimpse of perfection. Maybe, I didn’t stumble. I was given this book by someone who knows how much I loved Natasha Tretheway’s writings about Hurricane Katrina and they thought this book was something I needed to read. They were right!
Not only is this book answering the many questions that circle around this idea of what it means to be a black southern family in America (a history I directly relate to) but, it’s also answering another question. The question, I too hope to answer and that is: what does it mean to be a young woman of color who tells stories?
We too have stories and they speak to the same human characteristics as stories told by anyone else. I am so inspired, already, by Jesmyn and her writings. I am inspired by her pain and the way she has used literature to heal. I cannot wait to finish this book and give it a proper book review, here, on this site.
If you’re looking for a good read, join me in reading Jesmyn Ward’s “Salvage the Bones”! I’m in chapter four so you’ll have plenty of time to catch up to me! If you’ve read this before, what did you think of it? Let me know in the comments! Happy Reading & Happy Saturday!