Sing, Unburied, Sing
By Jesmyn Ward
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ 9.5/10
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
(9.5/10)
285 pages
What’s it about?
Jojo is 13 years old and trying to navigate the world. He is surrounded by Pop, Mam, Kayla, Leonie, and Michael- but love is not perfect and either are the people that surround Jojo. This is a story of what it means to be a family.What did it make me think about?
This book not only makes you think- it makes you fell.
Should I read it?
I am awestruck by this book. It is one of my favorite stories of the last few years! Just amazing. Run to buy this one!
Quote-
“He was just tall enough that when he hugged me, his chin rested on the top of my head, and I was cupped under him. Like I belonged. Because I wanted Michael’s mouth on me, because from the first moment I saw him walking across the grass to the where I sat in the shadow of the school sign, he saw me. Saw past skin the color of unmarked coffee, eyes black, lips the color of plums, andsaw me.Saw the walking wound I was, and came to be my balm.”
What’s it about?
Jojo is 13 years old and trying to navigate the world. He is surrounded by Pop, Mam, Kayla, Leonie, and Michael- but love is not perfect and either are the people that surround Jojo. This is a story of what it means to be a family.What did it make me think about?
This book not only makes you think- it makes you fell.
Jojo is 13 years old and trying to navigate the world. He is surrounded by Pop, Mam, Kayla, Leonie, and Michael- but love is not perfect and either are the people that surround Jojo. This is a story of what it means to be a family.What did it make me think about?
This book not only makes you think- it makes you fell.
Should I read it?
I am awestruck by this book. It is one of my favorite stories of the last few years! Just amazing. Run to buy this one!
Quote-
“He was just tall enough that when he hugged me, his chin rested on the top of my head, and I was cupped under him. Like I belonged. Because I wanted Michael’s mouth on me, because from the first moment I saw him walking across the grass to the where I sat in the shadow of the school sign, he saw me. Saw past skin the color of unmarked coffee, eyes black, lips the color of plums, andsaw me.Saw the walking wound I was, and came to be my balm.”
