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A review by niakayjones
In Search of Our Mothers' Gardens: Womanist Prose by Alice Walker
3.0
“There was a world in my eye. And I saw that it was possible to love it: that in fact, for all it had taught me of shame and anger and inner vision, I did love it.”
“When I was sure the characters of my new novel were trying to form (or, as I invariably thought of it, trying to contact me, to speak through me)…”
“Whatever she planted grew as if by magic, and her fame as a grower of flowers spread over three counties. Because of her creativity with her flowers, even my memories of poverty are seen through a screen of blooms—sunflowers, petunias, roses, dahlias, forsythia, spirea, delphiniums, verbena … and on and on.”
are some of the sections i liked
“When I was sure the characters of my new novel were trying to form (or, as I invariably thought of it, trying to contact me, to speak through me)…”
“Whatever she planted grew as if by magic, and her fame as a grower of flowers spread over three counties. Because of her creativity with her flowers, even my memories of poverty are seen through a screen of blooms—sunflowers, petunias, roses, dahlias, forsythia, spirea, delphiniums, verbena … and on and on.”
are some of the sections i liked