“Even though the pieces are broken, God can make something out of nothing. And sometimes we’ve got to have those pieces broken up and broken open so we can see a new way. Out of the brokeness we will grow and birth a new a vision because out of the hard times you have a new perspective of your self. When you get through a real bad situation you be looking at yourself and say yeah!”
“You can have peace from broken pieces, but it means that you have to turn from your limited humanness to the divinity of God that is around you all the time, calling you higher, asking you to stand above the broken pieces, to stand in the wholeness of the God that is within you. It is your choice. You get to choose to be broke down or stand courageously saying I will not fear no matter how the wind is breaking. You can choose to be whole and holy. To grab on to a piece of debris and say I’m going to pluck my way into something bigger and something better.”
“It doesn’t matter that the storm is raging all around me out in the ocean that my Father made. This is my home, my habitation. You can make it from broken pieces, or a broken marriage, or broken salaries, broken relationships. In God’s infinite wisdom and activity, He can change your brain cells, can change your your focus, can change your eyes so that it looks different. It feels different. It is different.”
“When I think about what God has brought me through . . . I have faced some dark days, some confusing times. When I think about the days I whined and complained! When I think about the blessings I never said thank You for! When I think about God’s mercy and grace! . . . When I need God to show up as a strong shoulder to lean on, God shows up that way. I’m so grateful that there is something bigger than me. There’s nothing that can break you down like a good praise, when you realize that you are just one drop in that vast ocean out there.”
“Every day the sun rises in me. It’s called the breath. Its called another opportunity. It’s called another choice. I call on God like I call on a friend. Isn’t God the best friend to have?” –Iyanla Vanzant
Here are some questions that Octavia Butler strings through all of this incredible story: Does Anyanwu obey Doro out of fear or does subordination have its own sting? Which is more powerful: male or female, white or black, push or pull, creation or destruction?
Multiple Hugo and Nebula Award winner Octavia E. Butler keeps you doing the math as different facets of being interact with humane and sometimes monstrous effects. She doesn’t reveal the victor till the very end of Wild Seed, an intensely engrossing, brilliant and far-and-deep reaching mystery by the Queen of Sci-Fi.
Terry McMillan’s “Waiting to Exhale” was more than just a bestselling novel-its publication broke all records for book sales in literary history. McMillan’s realistic and vibrant story about four African American women struggling to find love and their place in the world touched a cultural nerve, inspired a blockbuster film, a movie soundtrack that went platinum, and generated a devoted audience of women who had never heard their truth told from the inside-out, all over the world.
Now, McMillan revisits Savannah, Gloria, Bernadine, and Robin fifteen years later. Each is at her own midlife crossroads: Savannah has awakened to the fact that she’s made too many concessions in her marriage, and decides to face life single again–at fifty-one. Bernadine has watched her megadivorce settlement dwindle, been swindled by her husband number two, and conned herself into thinking that a few pills will help distract her from her pain. Robin has an all-American case of shopaholism, while the big dream of her life (to wear a wedding dress) has gone unrealized. And for years, Gloria has taken happiness and security for granted. But being at the wrong place at the wrong time can change everything. All four are learning to heal past hurts and to reclaim their joy and their dreams. They return to us full of spirit, insight, and faith in one another. They’ve exhaled: now they are learning to breathe.
American slavery was one of the cruelest scars in history. Knowledge of the horrors endured (and un-endured) is essential to healing parts of ourselves that are seemingly held together by the speed at which we run away from the memory. Beloved re-minds us of that terrible time that won’t heal unless it is faced squarely. We are forced to take our time with this book. Toni Morrison dis-members the heroine’s story (in the same way that the slave’s self was fractured). There are gaps in the storyline: horrifying holes like open graves in the road (out of which cruel realities flower). Most of the bridges of reason are out (except the ones made of the reader’s compassion). The cruelty seems unbelievable (except that in American slavery, cruelty was common and compassion was the exception).
Only with trust do the puzzle pieces of the self put themselves together along “fault lines” of character. As the puzzle pieces connect, the reader has to choose between focusing on the “fault lines” or the beauty she paints of the landscape of the slaves’ higher consciousness.
At these junctions, and their disappearance, lay the many miracles of this love story that is considered to be the best American novel of the Twentieth Century. Toni Morrison received the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for Beloved and the Nobel Prize for Literature among many other major awards.