Friday, June 14, 2019

the last book I ever read (If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin, excerpt nine)

from If Beale Street Could Talk by James Baldwin:

Sharon gets to Puerto Rico on an evening plane. She knows exactly how much money she has, which means that she knows how rapidly she must move against time—which is inexorably moving against her. She steps down from the plane, with hundreds of others, and crosses the field, under the blue-black sky; and something in the way the stars hang low, something in the way the air caresses her skin, reminds her of that Birmingham she has not seen in so long.



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