Totalitarian Rabbits?

I wrote “totalitarian bunnies” but that was just, well, wrong.  Our bunny rabbit friends forgot to bring one major item to the new warren:  female rabbits.  Oops.

Thus, their next quest is to find some “does” and bring them back to the warren.  They hear of another warren not far off with loads of lady bunnies to spare.  But, they find a warren that’s focused on one thing and one thing only:  safety.  “And the one fear of every rabbit in it is that men are going to find them and infect them with the white blindness. The whole warren is organized to conceal its existence, the holes are all hidden and the Owsla have every rabbit in the place under orders.  You can’t call your life your own: and in return you have safety–if it’s worth having at the price you pay.” (emphasis added) And then it gets even better:  “Every rabbit is marked when he’s a kitten: they bite them, deep….They then can be told by the scar for the rest of their lives.”

Think these cuddly bunnies might not want to share their lady friends?  I love this book.




Drinking From A Bitter Cup (5 down–47 to go)

I just finished Drinking from a Bitter Cup by Angela Jackson-Brown.  This fulfills the prompt to read a book “by a person of color.” The back cover describes the book as follows:  “After the death of her mother, Sylvia Butler’s father, a man she knows only from an old photo, takes her from Louisville, Kentucky to Ozark, Alabama to live with his family.  But his wife resents everything about this intruder, from her out-of-wedlock conception to her dark skin and nappy hair.  When the wife’s younger brother Charles returns from Vietnam, Sylvia thinks she has found a friend and confidante, only to be hurt again, but this time, in a manner she never could have imagined.”  So, no big mystery what’s going to happen with Uncle Charles, right?

I became re-acquainted with a Dear Friend about four or five years ago.  During that visit, she declared she was done reading books where a young girl gets raped by an uncle.  I didn’t disagree.  This book changed my mind.

Angela Jackson-Brown creates a character so engaging, you’d stick with her through anything.  Through a first person narrative, her character shares heartbreaking secrets with a pragmatic sweetness that’s free of judgment and anger.  Her characters are believable and likable.  Those who hurt her are still loved by her, and she makes you care about them, too, even when you don’t want to.

Read this book.