New Acquisitions: 7/4/2016

For all of my American readers, happy Independence Day!

New Acquisitions is a feature where I talk about books that I’ve received for review, purchased, borrowed, or sold my soul to obtain.  But in today’s case, both books are review copies from the publishers.  Images are from my Instagram, which I’m trying to use more regularly for bookish things.  Descriptions are from Goodreads.

Absalom’s Daughters by Suzanne Feldman

Many books have been written about the “great American road trip,” and Absalom’s Daughters is no different.  But in this case, the people involved in the road trip are not your usual suspects.  I’m very curious about this one!

A spellbinding debut about half sisters, one black and one white, on a 1950s road trip through the American South

Self-educated and brown-skinned, Cassie works full time in her grandmother’s laundry in rural Mississippi. Illiterate and white, Judith falls for “colored music” and dreams of life as a big city radio star. These teenaged girls are half-sisters. And when they catch wind of their wayward father’s inheritance coming down in Virginia, they hitch their hopes to a road trip together to claim what’s rightly theirs.

In an old junk car, with a frying pan, a ham, and a few dollars hidden in a shoe, they set off through the American Deep South of the 1950s, a bewitchingly beautiful landscape as well as one bedeviled by racial strife and violence. Suzanne Feldman’s Absalom’s Daughters combines the buddy movie, the coming-of-age tale, and a dash of magical realism to enthrall and move us with an unforgettable, illuminating novel.

Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson

I read Jacqueline Woodson’s verse novel Brown Girl Dreaming a while back and adored it.  And when I heard that Jacqueline Woodson was releasing a new book, I couldn’t resist!

Running into a long-ago friend sets memories from the 1970s in motion for August, transporting her to a time and a place where friendship was everything—until it wasn’t. For August and her girls, sharing confidences as they ambled through neighborhood streets, Brooklyn was a place where they believed that they were beautiful, talented, brilliant—a part of a future that belonged to them.

But beneath the hopeful veneer, there was another Brooklyn, a dangerous place where grown men reached for innocent girls in dark hallways, where ghosts haunted the night, where mothers disappeared. A world where madness was just a sunset away and fathers found hope in religion.

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