Book #69 of 2020 | The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates

Title: The Water Dancer

Author: Ta-Nehisi Coates

Thoughts: I’m going to be honest…I didn’t love this book. I wanted to love it so badly, but I just couldn’t get into it. I forced myself to finish it because I don’t like not finishing books, but it was a slog towards the end. The writing is stunning—Coates is an amazing author—but it just didn’t captivate me in the way that I was hoping it would.

Favorite Lines:
“I was a boy who remembered all his yesterdays in the crispest colors, and textures so rich I could drink them.” (p. 11)

“There is so much in the eyes—the flash of rage, the warmth of joy, the pooling of sadness—and all of this my father had lost.” (p. 40)

“There was something to her own silence that communicated a deep and particular loneliness, and though we never spoke directly upon the origins of this feeling, I felt it to be cousin to my own.” (p. 166)

“Even in their freedom they still somehow reminded me of home.” (p. 213)

“I was gripped by her telling and could see the events of her narrative open up before me. And so full was the briliance beaming out from her that all features of our path stood in green relief.” (p. 273)

“I heard this the way an old man hears a young requited love attest to their true feelings from that bygone era—the mix of trivia and nostalgia, an ancient wound reawakened by the rain, the ghost of a feeling, once deeply held, but now only a stray memory from what seemed another lifetime.” (p. 337)

“But we must tell our stories, and not be ensnared by them.” (p. 345)

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