“Yellow Wife” By Sadeqa Johnson

Pheby Dolores Brown is the daughter of Master Jacob and his slave, Ruth. Unable to produce an heir, Master Jacob’s wife Miss Delphina takes her anger out on Pheby. Who receives special treatment for being kin. Her late aunt Sally taught her to how read, write, and play piano amongst other things. Credentials that serve her well when she’s sold for helping her lover Essex Henry, escape the plantation. Delphina, forbidden from whipping her, has her taken while Master Jacob is delayed due to an injury on his return home. Specifically instructing she becomes a fancy girl. In response Pheby curses Delphina before boarding the wagon. Use to privileges deemed illegal for other slaves, Pheby remains hopeful that her father will track her down immediately. Keeping his promise to set her free on her 18th birthday and paying for schooling in Massachusetts. Master Jacob never comes.

In a twist of fate Pheby finds herself the yellow wife to jailer Rubin Lapier, who removed her from the auction block upon her refusal to strip naked publicly. Deciding to keep her for himself based on beauty and pedigree. Discovering she’s with child, Pheby finds herself at his mercy, knowing she must protect her baby at all costs.

Based on the true story of Mary Lumpkin, this book deals with themes of: motherhood, colorism, slavery, love, violence, betrayal, gender, loyalty and survival. The protagonist can no longer afford the luxury of planning to escape North, re-prioritizing once her child is born. Proud of her black roots, she fights to maintain her integrity as she helps run a jail that dehumanizes her people. Leaving the reader to grapple with the morality of the time period, what you would and wouldn’t be willing to do for a taste of freedom, for the safety of your kids. An amazing historical fiction. I devoured it. Definitely reading more Sadeqa Johnson books.

*Spoiler Alert*

Did the means meet the ends in the end when Pheby inherits everything? Or was Brenda right to say she was selfish and spit in her? Via: Simon & Schuster

“The Reformatory” By Tananarive Due

Smack dab in the Jim Crow South, Robert Stephens Jr. overcome by emotion, kicks a white boy in the knee. Defending his sister from Lyle McCormacks advances. Noting how unfair it is for white men to fornicate with black women, while black men were murdered for being perceived to covet white women. Unfortunately for Robert Jr., father Red McCormack witnessed his insolence towards the star athlete. A staunch bigot, from a line of slave owners, he boxes the 12 year olds ear and has him arrested.

Robert Jr. is sentenced to 6 months at the towns Reformatory for juvenile boys. Doesn’t matter that Lyle pushed him first, that the advances towards his sister Gloria were unwanted, or that they were parentless children. Their mother died of cancer. Their father Robert Stephens Sr. fled Florida, after being wrongfully accused of raping a white woman and attempting to unionize black workers. His junior is to be an example of, used as bait to lure his father back. Burning their house wasn’t enough, the klan wants him lynched. Despite knowing for a fact the accuser is lying.

Robert Jr.’s biggest fear heading to The Reformatory are the rumors of haints. And boys never returning home. Will the ghost drive him crazy too?

This book isn’t scary, but this little boy goes through it. Robert Jr. is put in conundrum after conundrum, in rapid succession upon entering the prison/school. I mean, he can’t catch a break from the living or the dead. Dark, dark secrets to do with the headmaster, who takes a special interest in him, start to unravel. Leaving his chances of survival slim to none as he plays chess with his life. Unforgettable plot twists, this book deals with the supernatural, race, gender, injustice, abuse and morality. Will Robert Jr. make it out alive? An anxiety inducing page turner. Via: Simon & Schuster

“Baroque” Judge Thatcher’s Library

“Jim, I’m gonna ask you a question now. Have you been in Judge Thatcher’s library room?”
“In his what?”
“His library.”
“You mean dat room wit all dem books?”
“Yes”
“No, missums. I seen dem books, but I ain’t been in da room. Why fo you be askin’ me dat?”
“Oh, he found some book off the shelves.”
I laughed. “What I gone do wif a book?”
She laughed, too.”

-James A Novel

Artist: Lekan Abatan

Beach Bum Writer Goals

Please be real one day. If I could type while sitting in a body of water, it would be a beach bum writer’s dream. Nature gives me such inspiration and clears my head. How does nature revive you? Via: The Pink Lemonade

Mood With Toni Morrison

Which Toni Morrison are you today? I think I’m shot six, just incredulous at the endless love of the universe. Be grateful, be thankful, be patient. Everything will work out for your highest good. Remember if your energy is shiesty (shady af), your highest good would be learning consequence, so stop being a shit person. And that’s for everyones good. Photo: Black Women Radicals