“Tell your granddaddy what’s playing in your pretty brown head, my little melody. Name like a song. Like you were born and it was cause for the world to sing”
* ‘Red At The Bone’ by Jacqueline Woodson was for a lack of a better phrase or word, really fucking good holy shit. I swear if you haven’t read this already, go to your local library or your local book store and pick it up. Woodson’s words are beyond poetic. The way she forms this story through different perspectives all surrounding a Black Teen pregnancy in the 1990s was, and I’m sorry for using so many cliches, a Tour de France. I couldn’t stop reading it and I was really sad when it ended. Woodson also deals with race, generation gaps, wealth gaps, sexuality, and more! Although, I will say that the shift in perspectives was a bit jarring at first, I really appreciated the ones that were from the POV of the grandparents. It was like when your own grandma or grandpa tells you about their life…which is always something sweet to listen to.