(If you read my Nonfiction November post you already know that Black Faces, White Spaces: Reimaging the Relationship of African Americans to the Great Outdoors by Carolyn Finney was on my TBR list under the wander/wonder portion of the themed challenges.)
Finney, in six brilliantly written chapters, examines why African Americans are so underrepresented in nature, outdoor recreation, and environmentalism and the relationship that African Americans have with the environment vs white Americans.
She draws upon; collective memories of slavery and Jim Crow, the timing of the creation and passing of the Wilderness Act and the Civil Rights Act of 1964, how African Americans are often personified as being animals, and how hard it is for African Americans to see images of themselves engaging with outdoor recreation that goes beyond sports.
One of my favorite portions of this book, and the one that resonated with me the most, is when Finney goes into detail about how more often than not, in flyers or brochures that market outdoor activities African Americans are either not present, pictured terrified of an experience, or working while whites are pictured happily having fun in leisurely recreational activities. It’s something that I’ve actually noticed a lot during my own hikes and travels and it’s nice to see that I wasn’t going crazy or making a big deal out of nothing.
I absolutely loved this book and I loved every second of reading it. Finney’s writing style is incredibly academic and there were a few moments where I did have to pause and actually think about what it was that I just read; which is fantastic.
Let me know if you’ve read this book before, what your thoughts are on nature and the great outdoors, or what some of your biases are concerning outdoor recreation!
Black Faces, White Spaces: Reimaging the Relationship of African Americans to the Great Outdoors | by Carolyn Finney | Published by The University of North Carolina Press, 2014 |138 pages (173 counting bibliography + index) | ISBN: 9781469614489
Carolyn Finney, PH.D (black effin’ excellence right thurr), is a writer, performer, and cultural geographer. She’s a professor of Geography at the University of Kentucky and serves on the U.S. National Parks Advisory Board. Black Faces, White Spaces is her first book.
Guess who’s late to the Nonfiction November party? MEEEEE, as per usual.
If you have not the slightest clue what Nonfiction November is; it’s essentially a nonfiction reading “challenge” hosted by Olive (abookolive) and Jemma (Non Fic Books). Make sure you check out their YouTube channels and follow the Goodreads Group and Twitter page!
All you have to do to participate is read a nonfiction book! It’s seriously that easy. However, if you want to make it a bit of a challenge Olive and Jemma came up with some pretty interesting themes for this year. They are as follows *drumroll*
This year my Nonfiction November TBR is *futher drumroll*
A startling and eye-opening look into America’s First Family, Never Caught is the powerful narrative of Ona Judge, George and Martha Washington’s runaway slave who risked it all to escape the nation’s capital and reach freedom.
When George Washington was elected president, he reluctantly left behind his beloved Mount Vernon to serve in Philadelphia, the temporary seat of the nation’s capital, after a brief stay in New York. In setting up his household he took Tobias Lear, his celebrated secretary, and nine slaves, including Ona Judge, about which little has been written. As he grew accustomed to Northern ways, there was one change he couldn’t get his arms around: Pennsylvania law required enslaved people be set free after six months of residency in the state. Rather than comply, Washington decided to circumvent the law. Every six months he sent the slaves back down south just as the clock was about to expire.
Though Ona Judge lived a life of relative comfort, the few pleasantries she was afforded were nothing compared to freedom, a glimpse of which she encountered first-hand in Philadelphia. So, when the opportunity presented itself one clear and pleasant spring day in Philadelphia, Judge left everything she knew to escape to New England. Yet freedom would not come without its costs.
At just twenty-two-years-old, Ona became the subject of an intense manhunt led by George Washington, who used his political and personal contacts to recapture his property.
Impeccably researched, historian Erica Armstrong Dunbar weaves a powerful tale and offers fascinating new scholarship on how one young woman risked it all to gain freedom from the famous founding father.
I’m choosing to focus on the past time half of this section. I’ve always had a slight interest in and curiosity about the founding fathers and slavery (I mean, I still think they were the original “not ALL men” sayers when they come up with the Constitution). I remember reading about the Washingtons’ cook Hercules earlier on this year and Ona was briefly mentioned so this seemed like the perfect book to grab for this challenge because a) it’s a past event & b) it reminded me of something that I read in the past.
What is forgiveness? What enables people to forgive? Why do we even choose to forgive those who have harmed us? What can the latest psychological research tell us about the nature of forgiveness, its benefits and risks?
This imaginative comic explores the key aspects of forgiveness, asking what it means to forgive and to be forgiven. Witty and intelligent, it answers questions about the health benefits and restorative potential of forgiveness and explains, in easy-to-understand terms, what happens in our brains, bodies and communities when we choose to forgive.
Humans are weird. We are weird, weird creatures with weird emotions and weird chemistry that makes or doesn’t make those weird emotions. Forgiveness is something that I struggle with and I want to know why. This book seemed like a really easy way to figure that out without hurting my brain – it’s essentially a graphic novel.
Why are African Americans so underrepresented when it comes to interest in nature, outdoor recreation, and environmentalism? In this thought-provoking study, Carolyn Finney looks beyond the discourse of the environmental justice movement to examine how the natural environment has been understood, commodified, and represented by both white and black Americans. Bridging the fields of environmental history, cultural studies, critical race studies, and geography, Finney argues that the legacies of slavery, Jim Crow, and racial violence have shaped cultural understandings of the “great outdoors” and determined who should and can have access to natural spaces.
Drawing on a variety of sources from film, literature, and popular culture, and analyzing different historical moments, including the establishment of the Wilderness Act in 1964 and the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, Finney reveals the perceived and real ways in which nature and the environment are racialized in America. Looking toward the future, she also highlights the work of African Americans who are opening doors to greater participation in environmental and conservation concerns.
If you follow my Instagram, it’s no big secret that I wander around a lot. I’m a nature junkie in the simplest of ways. One of the things that I’m always noticing is that there certainly aren’t a lot of African-American’s out there wandering with me and I’ve wondered about why that is. I have my own speculations, but I want to see what somebody who’s actually taken the time to research and write a book says about the why that is.
Stretching eighty miles from coast to coast across northern England, Hadrian’s Wall is the largest Roman artifact known today. It is commonly viewed as a defiant barrier, the end of the empire, a place where civilization stopped and barbarism began. In fact, the massive structure remains shrouded in mystery. Was the wall intended to keep out the Picts, who inhabited the North? Or was it merely a symbol of Roman power and wealth? What was life like for soldiers stationed along its expanse? How was the extraordinary structure built–with what technology, skills, and materials?
In Hadrian’s Wall, Adrian Goldsworthy embarks on a historical and archaeological investigation, sifting fact from legend while simultaneously situating the wall in the wider scene of Roman Britain. The result is a concise and enthralling history of a great architectural marvel of the ancient world.
I’ve been slacking on my history reading. In fact, I know almost nothing about the new findings in medieval or ancient history because I’ve been so focused on my damn MLIS degree. Hadrian’s Wall is a huge thing we honestly don’t know too much about, therefore, I felt like it would fit into this category perfectly.
And there we have it! Those are my Nonfiction November goals! I’ll also be attempting to vlog all month long so make sure that you’re subscribed to my YouTube channel if you’re interested in seeing how I manage to make time for reading and adventuring along with being a part-time employee and a part-time grad student. My boyfriend might also occasionally make a few appearances.
Let me know what you plan on reading this month and/or if you’re taking part in Nonfiction November!
You changed your scent.
Now you smell like cloves.
Unfamiliar scents for someone who’s become unfamiliar to me.
You used to smell like beeswax.
Tea tree oil.
You used to smell like safety, like comfort, like what I imagined the scent of a piece of my heart to be.
I wonder if my sense of smell changed
when I fell in love with somebody new.
Because now safety and comfort smell like
earth and smoke.
Now I imagine a piece of my heart would smell like sea salt.
And I wonder if my scent has changed to you.
I got my first tattoo when I was 18-years old on a trip to Seattle with my Mom to visit family. It says “Life” on my right wrist and lowkey covers up a scar from where I stabbed myself in the wrist when I was 14 in a super awkward suicide attempt. It’s a reminder that “life” goes on.
My second tattoo was the word “Live” on my left wrist and is the only tattoo that I’veever had any type of regret about. I got it at a hole-in-the-wall tattoo shop by CCSF while waiting for my ex-boyfriend to get out a club meeting. I wanted the word to face me because I wanted the word “live” to be a reminder to..well…live and the word “life” to face outward since life is what I’ve already done. The artist insisted that it would look stupid since it wouldn’t be symmetrical and would mess with the flow (idk) so he just tatt’d it the way he wanted to. The linework was super patchy when I first got it but I got it touched up by the artist who’s done essentially the rest of my work. I would have gotten it touched up by the original artist but he just had bad energy. It also now serves as a reminder to always be adamant about what I want and to be patient when it comes to finding tattoo artists.
My third tattoo was the forget-me-nots on my right wrist. This was the first tattoo I got from Jen @ Picture Machine Tattoo. She was super sweet and the majority of my tattoos are by her. Reason for the tattoo: Forget-me-nots are my favorite flower and I never want to forget the life I’ve lived.
Fourth, I believe, was the quote “Every book it’s reader” on my right shoulder. It’s done in Gutenburg Gothic script and is one of the Five Laws of Library Science. Obviously, I love books and libraries. The reason why I chose Gutenburg Gothic as the font is because Gutenberg is credited with the creation of the printing press which helped increase literacy in the medieval world. The library quote is because I strongly believe that there is no such thing as a book that nobody should read.
Fifth was the violetsand they serve as a reminder to always live my life with humility, wisdom, and grace. Violets are also the birth flower for February (my birth month).
Sixth was ribcage. I got the Ovid’s quote “Fortune and love favor the brave” in red ink after I had broken up with my ex. I aim to be brave in chasing my dreams and in putting myself on the line in terms of love and relationships. The reason why I got it in red is because to me red symbolizes strength, rebirth, and purity and I needed that at that junction in my life.
Seventh was a blue rose for my doggie Star. I didn’t want a giant color piece so I asked Jen if she could just create a halo effect for the rose and we tried to match the blue to Star’s eyes based on an old photo. Also, when you’re brown – you get worried about color payoff when it comes to tattoos. This was like my trial color run on a part of my body that gets a lot more sun and is a lot darker than the inside of my wrists.
Shortly after I got two more roses added. The red one for my Dad (who’s still alive but we should still give flowers to those living) and the purple for my grandma who passed away when I was 8 but was such a hugely influential part of my life.
Gretal was the next piece and she was a two-session process; one for the outline and one for shading. My grandma had this beautiful dragon drawing and I’ve always loved it and I always wanted to get a dragon to commemorate her and one day it just clicked that I should get that dragon tattooed. So that’s exactly what I did.
I think I ended up getting the banner around the words after Gretal got shaded, but I’m honestly not sure at all. I can’t pinpoint when I got it for the life of me.
For my 24th birthday and Valentines Day/ Friday the 13th I got my little Grim Reaper. Jen was having a flash sale and I saw Franklin (what I’ve named him) on her Instagram and I snagged that little sucker. He’s adorable and I absolutely love his little scythe with the forget-me-nots.
Next up, my pinky hearts. I got them done at Cold Steel Tattoo on Haight St (usually I’ve only gone there for piercings) after deciding that I was officially done with my relationship with my ex-fiance. Finger tattoos are pretty hit-n-miss so the wonky healing is just a result of hand oils and etc (NOT MY PINKY RING). The reason for the two hearts is to pinky promise to always love myself first and foremost.
After the pinky hearts came my tea-pot genie lamp. Once again, it’s another tattoo done by Jen and she essentially was having a flash tattoo sale and I saw it on her Instagram and instantly just thought – “omgoodness, that is perfect!” The reasoning is that I’d much rather make wishes on daisy petals than have three wishes from a jinn.
Now, time for all my recent tattoos – these have all been done within the last year.
I got my bison when I went to L.A. last year. Random tattoo shop, random spur of the moment desire, and it worked out perfectly. I love bison, I grew up by the bison pen in Golden Gate Park, and I think they are the sweetest creatures alive.
Following the bison, I got a dagger on the inside of my left forearm, which is also the first tattoo that I got this year. I got it from Oliver at Temperance Tattoos in the Tenderloin. I’ve had a long-standing promise with myself that when I know that I’m truly ready to commit to being self-harm free I would get a dagger or knife to commemorate that promise to myself and to constantly remind me of that promise. I got it on my left arm because I’m left-handed.
After that I got my poppies done by Jen at Picture Machine. Poppies because I’m a California girl and they are the state flower.
My most recent tattoo is one that I got in Flagstaff, Arizona. I really, really, really wanted to get a tattoo in Arizona because I crossed something huge of my bucket list which was to go to the Grand Canyon. Michael, at Birch Avenue Tattoo hooked me with this awesome dagger coming through a cactus flower and I absolutely love it. It’s still a wee bit in the healing phase just because my skin doesn’t react too well with color but I absolutely love it and think it’s beautiful.
AND, that’s it for my tattoos!
If you have any further questions, just let me know!
The Lamb Will Slaughter the Lion was a legit cover grab for me. I mean, look at it! It just looks so creepy, but in that “ooooo this is gonna be good” way.
It’s a super short book, 112 pages, and follows a woman named Danielle who’s looking into the sudden suicide of her best friend. Her search takes her to a Utopian squatter town in Iowa named Freedom where a spirit in the form a red-eyed three antlered deer has been summoned to serve as a judge and executioner in the town. However, the deer is beginning to turn on its summoners and it’s up to Danielle and her new friends to figure out how to save the town and themselves.
The Lamb Will Slaughter the Lion was an insanely captivating mixture of fantasy and horror with an amazing element of commentary on police states and anarchism. I enjoyed Killjoy’s writing and found the majority of it to be well-paced and engaging. There were a few parts that I wish had been explored a bit more – such as how the summoning of the deer worked and how “magic” was discovered, but I’m hoping that since this is part of a series the magic system (or systems) will be explored in the next novella.
I would recommend this to people who want to read fantasy with a diverse cast of characters (PoC, queer, and trans), are interested in horror novels, and who are looking for a quick read that covers a lot ground in a realistic way.
If you’ve read this book, let me know what you thought about it! And if you haven’t, what are some of your favorite fantasy/horror novellas, books, or writers?
Hope you have a wonderful day & read a wonderful book!
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Children of Blood and Bone has been all over my life. Patrons have been constantly checking it out, I’ve been constantly processing it for holds, and it’s been all over my YouTube, Instagram, and Twitter feeds since it’s release. At first, I wasn’t going to read it because I have hipster tendencies and tend to avoid reading things that end up being repeatedly shoved in my face and because I usually don’t enjoy YA fantasy novels.
Buuuuuut, I do occasionally feel like I have to read things by black authors, especially black women authors who are writing fantasy. You know, support the people and all that ish. Aaaaaand, the synopsis didn’t sound too bad, aaaaaaand, I’ve heard decently good things about it.
So, did I love it?
I liked it. I could definitely see a younger me being absolutely in love with this. If this book had came out when I was in elementary or middle school I would have been all over it, but alas, it fell into too many of the YA tropes for me.
The main character, Zélie, is your typical “Chosen One”. She fucks up, gets in trouble, is insanely beautiful along with being a talented fighter, oh, and has a tragic backstory. Zélie, and her older brother, along with a runaway princess named Amari, embark on a quest to bring back magic via some magical artifacts and a celestial event and then aim to bring down the ruthless king (who happens to Amari’s father). To add more to the mix, the ruthless king has tasked Amari’s older brother, Inan to halt their quest, kill Zélie, and destroy the artifacts. Inan has to make some decisions, figure out who he is and who he wants to be, etc. – it’s almost like everyone in this novel was going through two forms of puberty and it was driving me crazy.
However, Adeyemi is a fantastic writer. Which is probably the main reason as to why I managed to finish the book. The story is told through Zélie, Amari, and Inan’s POV and each one is so drastically different that it works out excellently and makes for a very smooth blend. The world-building was on point, the plot was on point, and just the general subtle changes in the characters was on point. Everything was on point, but as stated previously, it just didn’t appeal to me as an adult reader.
I would definitely recommend this book to fantasy lovers, black kids who thought Harry Potter was semi-wack, and people who just want to read fantasy from the African/African-American perspective.
Have you read Children of Blood and Bone yet? Or are you like me and avoiding it for as long as possible due to all the hype surrounding it? What did you think of it if you did read it? And who are some of your favorite PoC fantasy writers?
Hope you have a wonderful day & read a wonderful book!
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As semi-promised in my A Foggy Land’s End Wander post I eventually made it over the Sutro District on an overcast, foggy, and windy Monday afternoon. It was lovely. Of course, it’s an absolutely beautiful place when its blue skies and fluffy clouds, but I’m a true San Franciscian and love the grey. It speaks to my soul.
I wandered around Sutro Park for a while and then headed over to the Baths before heading back home.
Hope you enjoy the photos!
I also found out that Sutro, despite being hailed as quite the philanthropist, had his bathhouse segregated. As much as people always want to think and say that San Francisco has always been an open and free city that has always stood for equal rights and social equality, there’s always been this undercurrent of greed, money, power, and extreme social stratification here. It’s nothing new to today as much as San Franciscans always try to pretend that it is.
And yes, I am purposely posting this on the 4th, the same day that John Harris was denied entry into Sutro Baths and the same day that we’re supposed to be celebrating freedom and independence in the United States. There’s a whole bunch I could say about how much I despise the 4th of July, how I wish we didn’t celebrate this holiday, and how I wish that this country got its start in another way but alas, that’s a post for an entirely different day. Let me hop off my soapbox and go about my day.
Hope you enjoyed the photos!
Hope you all have a wonderful day, and read a wonderful book!
Taking a break away from Batwing because honestly…I totally just remembered why I don’t do the superhero comic book thing, but that will be discussed later on!
I picked up The Parking Lot Attendant by Nafkote Tamirat from work on Thursday and started reading it on Saturday and finished it roughly 20minutes ago. I enjoyed the first chunk of it. I found it interesting, a tad bit creepy, and almost relatable.
The main character is a young Ethiopian girl who is the daughter of two immigrants who came to America to make better lives for themselves. Straight up, they are lowkey horrible parents. The father isn’t present for the first 6 years of the girl’s life and the mother disappears as soon as the father is semi-present. The girl remains nameless throughout the entire story, which I actually didn’t mind that much. She felt like the kind of character who would have rebelled against a name anyway and just changed it depending on who she thought she was; which I thought was super cool writing on Tamirat’s behalf.
The girl forms a close friendship/bond with a parking lot attendant named Ayale who’s the unspoken leader of the Ethiopian community in Boston. The relationship is…creepy, but almost understandable as the story unfolds.
However, I started losing interest in the story as it became more and more about the main character’s feelings toward Ayale. I’m always uncomfortable being in the mind of a teenage girl, especially when that teenage girl reminds me occasionally of teenage me. The desire to be loved, to be special, to be something more to someone who you know damn well is dangerous for some reason is something that hit a little bit too close to home for me.
I did finish it though. I stuck it out and when I got the end I was just confused. The whole story became so insanely confusing and slightly unrealistic and just…odd. This was one of those books where I loved the author’s writing, I loved the way how the characters unfolded, but I didn’t love the story because I felt like it just fell apart and was only being held together by words that fit perfectly with each other but didn’t actually mean anything.
If you’ve read this book before, let me know what you thought about it! And if you haven’t, have you ever read a book that finished simply on the strength of the writer’s way with words even though the story made absolutely no sense?
Hope you have a wonderful day & read a wonderful book!
Guess who’s finally decided to pick up a superhero graphic novel series after who knows how many years (and I’m not counting Ta-Nehisi Coates run of Black Panther)?
Obviously me. Duh. I don’t even know why that was a question.
Now, what made me decide that this was the moment to attempt to get back into the whole superhero graphic novel genre? A series called Batwing that features an African Batman, that’s what.
I was at work doing a very speedy room clean, since the library was closing in 4 minutes and I had 3 minutes to make it to my bus, and I was instantly captured by the cover of Batwing Vol. 2: In the Shadow of the Ancients. I quickly read the synopsis on the back and thought it sounded very intriguing. I’m all for black superheros, and I’m even more for African superheros – especially when their main story takes place in Africa. I had absolutely no time whatsoever to search for the first volume, take a picture, or check it out so I threw up a quick prayer to the universe that I would remember the title and bolted to my bus stop (I ended up running about a solid city block after the bus). Needless to say, I totally forgot all about it the second I stepped on the bus.
Yet! I totally did end up remembering it as I was attempting to clean my house the next day. I couldn’t remember the title but, thankfully, Hoopla had my back. I ended up searching for “Africa Batman” and it was the first (and pretty much only) series to pop up. I promptly downloaded all four of the available titles and started on Volume 1: The Lost Kingdom.
Now. My main reason for not reading superhero based graphic novels/comics is simple. I very rarely enjoy them. I loved Christopher Priest’s run of Black Panther and Garth Ennis’ Punisher along with a few other sporadic favorites but there’s just something eh about the superhero/villain trope to me when it comes to GNs (and books!). The dialogue, to me, tends to feel incredibly predictable and stale. Also, all the reboots, backstories, and authors damn near make it impossible for me to figure out where to start. So, the amount of trust that I’m putting in this run just because it features an African Batman is pretty high.
I’m planning on doing a “series” review once I finish them. At the time of me writing this I’m currently on Volume 4: Welcome to the Family and well…I have some mixed feelings. I’ve been recording my thoughts after finishing each volume for my YouTube channel so hopefully I’ll be able to recall my feelings toward individual volumes for a coherent blog post. You might be asking, “Why I don’t just write them as I go along” and to answer your potential question – “I’m simply not that motivated or productive and I’m easily distracted.”
But! I do intend on seeing this series through! I even uploaded the video version of this blog post on my channel!
Hope you have a wonderful day & read a wonderful book,
Land’s End is on my favorite “I just need some outdoor time” morning walks. It’s a beautiful place with beautiful coastal and oceans views, flowers, and just general peacefulness. It was a little bit foggy/overcast today when I went for my walk, but I love that whole vibe so it wasn’t a bad thing. Usually, I walk down to Mile Rock Beach and then turn around but today I decided to just walk the entire trail which ends at Sutro Baths/Ocean Beach.
Enjoy the photos!
For thee longest, I’ve been trying to guess why that rock was painted white. I had my theories that it had something to do with boats and shipping but I wasn’t sure, and then I was convinced that some prankster had just thrown white paint on it and through some weird urban legend it became known as Painted Rock, but now I know. Anywho, back to the pictures.
And that pretty much sums up my Land’s End to Sutro Baths walk! I’m planning on visiting Sutro Baths pretty soon because I saw there was some new graffiti painted on the ruins so keep an eye out for that post if you’re interested in San Francisco graffiti!
Round trip it was 3.29 miles and it took me about an hour and twenty minutes. Of course, I’m forever stopping to take pictures or videos of stuff so that probably adds to my walking time too.
Hope you have a lovely day, read a wonderful book and see a beautiful sight,
I’ve been dealing with mild depression for a few weeks and one of the ways that I manage to keep it at bay is by getting out into nature as often as possible. Monday was the day I decided to finally make the drive up to Bolinas to seek out the Alamere Falls.
I’m not going to lie, I was super nervous about embarking on this hike solo. Usually, I go on these types of trips with my boyfriend, but he’s currently in South Africa for a decent chunk of the month and I’ll be starting my second job at the end of the month so I won’t have time for my usual adventures.
The Palomarin Trail is about an hour away from San Francisco via the Shoreline Hwy and is located in a pretty isolated part of Bolinas. In fact, the entire last mile to the trailhead is on a dirt road – that’s how far out the way it is. The hike itself can range from 8-14miles roundtrip depending on which trail you take to the Falls, oh! and there’s absolutely no cell phone service.
The trail was absolutely beautiful and just the right combination of coastal and inland hiking. The only part that was ~meh~ was the very beginning which featured eucalyptus trees…I’m really not a fan of eucalyptus trees. Thankfully that chunk only lasted for a quarter mile before the trail opened up to beautiful skies, coastal views, foresty vibes, flowers, and greenery.
Now, this was the point of my hike where I had to double back because I had realized I had passed the “trail” that actually goes to Alamere Falls. Aaaaaaand lemme tell you, the trail was literally just marked by a really sketch rock arrow on the ground which is why I passed it up the first time. Any logical city kid will tell you that an arrow on the ground is most likely going to lead to your stuff getting jacked sooooooo, I feel like I was justified in my wariness. However, it was so worth it! Along with the terrifying scramble down two cliffs to the beach (I DO NOT ADVISE THIS AT ALL. IN FACT, I HIGHLY WARN AGAINST IT).
It was stunning and I honestly can’t believe I made the hike by myself, nor can I believe I asked a random person to take a photo. My total distance was 11.51 miles and it took me 4hrs and 36minutes.
As a word to the wise, I would strongly suggest NOT climbing the cliff and instead taking the extra 2 miles and go down to Wildcat Beach. People get horribly injured climbing the cliffs and I was pretty lucky to have only scraped my knee after a horrible misstep on my return climb. Seriously, my life damn near flashed before my eyes.
I track my hikes through the FitBit app (totes not sponsored) and this is what my Alamere Hike looked like. You can totally see where I realized that I all sorts of went the wrong way…several times. Hiking alone can be scary y’all. Take plenty of water, stay on the trail, and make sure you let someone know where you’re at!
First off, I loved the entire series. I never thought that I would seriously sit down and read a romance book and not scoff at every other word, much less an entire series. The Old West trilogy by Beverly Jenkins has caused me to completely look at romance novels in an entirely new light. The development of the stories, characters, and the general flow of the series was absolutely lovely.
The Old West Trilogy follows a family of motivated and headstrong black women in the late 19th century and showcases their struggles with being both black and women, along with their ~struggles~ with the men who they find As each book follows a different member of the Carmichael family in a different area of America the issues being showcased slightly change.
One of my absolute favorite things about the series were the covers. I thought it was so amazing to see black people happily in love (or lust) on the covers of a genre that is so dominated by white bodies and faces. It was amazing.
In the first novel in the series, Forbidden, Eddy Carmichael, dreams of opening her own kitchen/restaurant in California but ends up stranded in Nevada where she meets businessman and real estate, mogul. Rhine Fontaine. Rhine has been passing as a white man in order to make his fortune but his attraction to Eddy causes him to reconsider passing. The book addresses topics such as white-passing, marital, business, and real estate laws, and what types of communities African-Americans formed after the Emancipation.
The second novel, Breathless, follows Portia Carmichael, one of Eddy’s nieces as she fights to prove that she’s just as intelligent as any man, doesn’t need a man and that she’s completely capable of managing her uncle’s hotel. Temptation comes in the form of a man named Kent Randolph who’s a black rancher and occasionally reffered to as a “cat-house king”. The novel explores themes of racism toward Native America’s, further struggles of being black in the West (both on the side of men and woman), and woman’s suffrage rights. It wasn’t my favorite in the series, but I found it interesting enough to move me on to the third and final book.
The last novel, Tempest, follows Regan Carmichael, (sister to Portia and Eddy’s other niece), as she follows her dream of becoming a mail-order bride. She travels to the Wyoming Territory to become the wife of the widower, Dr. Colton Lee, who is looking for a strong female figure to take care of his daughter. Regan however, might be a tad bit too strong of a female figure and Colton has his doubts. However, those are soon overridden and Colton starts to feel his heart melting for Regan. The novel explores themes of propriety, gender roles, and life in the territories. It even briefly touches on the treatment of Chinese-Americans and immigrants. This book definitely had the most “sexy time” out of the trilogy and was my favorite in the series (not for the sexy time, but just because Regan is such a dope ass female character!)
So, there you have it! Those are my thoughts on The Old West trilogy as a whole by Beverly Jenkins and on the individual novels. Let me know if you have read these, and also, let me know what some of your favorite romance novels are! Especially let me know if they’re written by a PoC!!
Hope you have a wonderful day & read a wonderful book,