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A review by dmargomez
Token Black Girl by Danielle Prescod
2.0
Did not finish. I had a bit of a hard time reading this book and therefore, connecting to it.
The tales of bullying both given and received by the author, were rough to swallow. While I feel for the hardship and heated emotion the writer faced throughout life, I was expecting a climb out of the sadness that never wound up coming. IMO, there’s little pride and happiness written in the novel, which made me sad. As I know life surely doesn’t always have “happy endings”, I wanted so desperately for the writer to write of found gratitude and strength from the lessons learned throughout her life.
If we live a life without gratitude, we wind up getting lost in the overwhelming darkness that surrounds us.
I am, however, thankful for the strength it took to be as honest as she to tell her tales of life. The stories in the book are real life accounts of the hardships faced by women of color. I have come to realize, that I have a privilege to not have to encounter any similar extent of bullying or trauma because of someone else’s preconceived notions of my skin.
The tales of bullying both given and received by the author, were rough to swallow. While I feel for the hardship and heated emotion the writer faced throughout life, I was expecting a climb out of the sadness that never wound up coming. IMO, there’s little pride and happiness written in the novel, which made me sad. As I know life surely doesn’t always have “happy endings”, I wanted so desperately for the writer to write of found gratitude and strength from the lessons learned throughout her life.
If we live a life without gratitude, we wind up getting lost in the overwhelming darkness that surrounds us.
I am, however, thankful for the strength it took to be as honest as she to tell her tales of life. The stories in the book are real life accounts of the hardships faced by women of color. I have come to realize, that I have a privilege to not have to encounter any similar extent of bullying or trauma because of someone else’s preconceived notions of my skin.