Huh. Wonder if that's why I've been mainlining romance novels recently - keeping a balance of sorts?

Romance novels are not the balance to Holocaust literature, I'm pretty sure. Maybe Wodehouse.

No, Wodehouse would occupy my brain too much, rather than lulling it to sleep.

Garrison Keillor?

Both bad & good romance novels totally are what I used to temper the holy-fuck-we're-awful-creatures. Mind candy.

That and formulaic mysteries.

Garrison Keillor?

Nails. On. A. Chalkboard.

Amy, I remember that one too! Appalachia, poverty and orphans. With the mentally challenged sister, right?

...Really? He had a sister? Really? They definitely weren't orphans, though. Er... maybe not definitely, but I'm pretty sure. The dogs were Old Dan and Little Ann, and he carried them home in a flour sack and that much I am pretty sure I am not making up. Shit, you are making me question everything I believe about that book.

And not for the first time. My grandparents had a copy and I read it when I was very very young (1st grade?). Or, it turns out, I thought I did. Because then a couple of years later I was visiting and read it again and was all, "I don't remember any of this! Holy crap!" I think what actually had happened was that on the previous "read" I had skimmed past the beginning because it was all about people doing things and not about dogs at all, BORING, and then I got to the big coon hunt with the snowstorm and read all of that, and then I stopped. So essentially I read a couple of chapters in the middle. It wasn't depressing at all that way!

Which made actually reading the whole thing kind of a bummer.

I think you're talking about Where the Redfern Grows, Strega. Where the Lilies Bloom has a girl narrator.

Oh! Yes, I was, but I thought y'all were, too; on reread I see where things got murky. Maybe I should process more. Oops.

Aimée, black Americans are happy too. I'm not going to tell you that you have to sit through any particular horrific story, but don't throw the baby out with the bathwater.

You're absolutely right. And it didn't come off as whatever.

Joe and I had an interesting conversation about it on the way home. He posits that the reason I can read books like "Schindler's Ark", "Anne Frank", "Number the Stars", and other books on the Holocaust is because I can relate to them in a "Look at the horrible things that were done to people who like me" whereas it might be harder for me to read books on blatant racism and cruelty to African-Americans, or any minority of color because those acts were done *by* people who look like me, and I have displaced guilt. I can't help but think that there's a lot of truth to that. Probably very naive and not at all healthy.

That being said, I finished Roll of Thunder and really liked it. It wasn't as bad as I thought - no one in the main family died, they didn't lose their land, and while horrible things happened and were done to them, the ending didn't make me feel sad. Except for poor T.J. who was used and probably didn't get a fair anything in the afterward.

Aimee, you want me to do your homework for you?

Sure! You can help me with my final project.