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alexia4ever02

alexia4ever02

I love to read. It is something that I have been enjoying since I was in early elementary school. I mostly only read books by African Americans. There are way more books that I have read besides the ones on my shelf. I just can't remember some of the names. I can truly say that I am addicted to reading. I don't really watch tv because I'll... more »
  • Albany, GA, USA
  • member since August 20 2007

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  • DeBerryandGrant

    DeBerryandGrant says

    In a moment of pique and frustration Virginia wrote an open letter to Oprah, and shared it with a few writer friends who are going through the same thing we are. Now the letter has started to go viral--getting a lot of repostings and inclusions in blogs, newsletters and on Facebook, so in case you hadn't seen it, we wanted to share our plight, the plight of many black authors with you, readers who have supported us all these years. http://twomindsfull.blogspot.com.

    In reality Oprah is just a metaphor--a name that might get this subject the attention it deserves. Because when you have a publication like Library Journal listing their 31 Best Books of 2009 http://ow.ly/HDU7 and the "genre" fiction list includes Street Lit --8 books but no category for contemporary African American writers, we are really in trouble.

    posted 1 month ago. ( send a note )
  • Shedey

    Shedey says

    Girl who you tellin,lol,I wish I could just be home doing nothing but reading to,lol. When im reading im in another world.Have a great weekend.

    posted 2 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Latasha

    Latasha says

    http://amore4books.ning.com/ A BOOK CLUB NEED 2 JOIN - SPREAD THE WORD

    posted 2 months ago. ( send a note )
  • poetnathan

    poetnathan says

    Lets Make Merry....

    "Better your anger and fears flow like ink from a pen onto the page, or paint onto a canvas, than blood on the sidewalk. Better your blows strike the faces of drums or cords of melody, than the faces and backs of women and children!"

    - Nathan M. Richardson, Poet & Author
    www.scpublishing.com

    posted 2 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Shedey

    Shedey says

    Hey girl,how are you? I noticed you read The Dopeman's Wife.How did you like it,I loved it.And Prada Plan was good also.

    posted 2 months ago. ( send a note )
  • A. Michaelson

    A. Michaelson says

    Hi, Alexia. I’m the author of The Sandal Maker, a new novel about the public ministry of Jesus from a unique point of view. A story that will take you on a fascinating journey in first century Galilee. I’m including here the publisher's notes from Amazon.com. Let me know what you think. The honor would be mine.


    Book Description
    Caleb, an elderly Jew, leaves the safety of his home in Cana on a mission to find a man he believes is in Jerusalem. Miriam, Caleb’s only remaining child, accompanies him disguised as a boy. In the desolation of the war struck Galilean countryside, father and daughter risk their lives to journey south on the Jordan River trail. As they walk, Caleb intrigues Miriam with a captivating story of his youth that will change her future destiny. A story of a time forty years prior when he became a sandal maker in order to observe a man some called the Miracle Worker. Caleb secretly kept notes of the events he saw and heard as he followed the crowds. With his objective, skeptical point of view, he reveals the fascinating ministry of the one he called the “Master.” Heart pounding perils and the threat of death endanger the two travelers, but nothing could foretell the fate awaiting them in Jerusalem!

    From the Publisher
    A. Michaelson's new novel, The Sandal Maker, takes the reader on a fascinating journey back to the year 70 A.D. in worn torn Palestine. The author creatively weaves two stories together, one in the present, the other in the past. Heartwarming, enlightening and tragic, The Sandal Maker paints a portrait of one man's life and his involvement in how the gospel came to be.

    posted 3 months ago. ( send a note )

  • "Mz. Cool" Author of "CHUBBY": The Hydraulics of a Neurotic says

    CHUBBY" is urban fiction, drama, suspense, humor, ghetto, cheating, families in crisis, mystery, horror, love & sex, a could not put down, a must read and brand new. You won't be disapointed! You'll love it! Get ready to laugh, cry, empathize, anticipate and experience the hydraulics!

    Change didn't come when her father tried to open her ryes to the wrong choices she would make or when a Madame became her mentor. Or when she married the preacher's son. Not even when she became a crack addict and her girlfriend became the "snake" who CHUBBY thought was the denominator in the death of her child. Change didn't come when she was pilfered for every dime she had or when she tried to commit suicide almost rendering her insane. No, change didn't come to better CHUBBY's life until she came face-to-face with the unspeakable. Not until then was she forced to take a look at her past. Yes, this rude awakening would be the beginning of her sanity and eventually the overall sweet smell of revenge and an entire newfound life.

    "CHUBBY" is the gritty soul depiction of the reclamation of an addict's dignity. One can't help but to share her agony and think that she somehow manages to escape from the clutches of her twisted life in the streets of St. Louis.
    www.myspace.com/charonhall read part of chap. 1
    www.amazon.com read pages

    posted 4 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Nikki76

    Nikki76 says

    Playing Dirty was good. I can't wait to read the sequel.

    posted 4 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Nikki76

    Nikki76 says

    Playing Dirty was good. I can't wait to read the sequel.

    posted 4 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Nikki76

    Nikki76 says

    Playing Dirty was good. I can't wait to read the sequel.

    posted 4 months ago. ( send a note )

  • "Mz. Cool" Author of "CHUBBY": The Hydraulics of a Neurotic says

    Thank you!

    posted 4 months ago. ( send a note )
  • tjt88

    tjt88 says

    Thanks for the friend add!!!

    posted 5 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Darling-Diva

    Darling-Diva says

    Make sure you read Shyt List and Shyt List II..(by Reign) They are the best if not one of the best urban fiction books I have read in a long time.

    posted 5 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Jaree F

    Jaree F says

    Yes, we meet again. There's no coincidences. ;) I just wanted to let you know that my urban fiction novella "There's No Tomorrow, Only Today" is available at http://metracity.wordpress.com/2009/07/31/theres-no-tomorrow-only-today/ for FREE. It's hard hitting urban fiction with twists and turns and a passionate plot. Please find out why 'There's No Tomorrow, Only Today."

    -Jaree Francis

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  • Debra Phillips

    Debra Phillips says

    Just to let you know that my new Urban book has dropped: The title is: Love Trumps Game by d.y. phillips. To check out an excerpt, please visit my web site at: www.debraphillips.homestead.com. You don't want to miss this roller coaster of a story!

    posted 6 months ago. ( send a note )
  • America King

    America King says

    The Author of this book America King(alias Kevin Lee)is historically one of most important people of this century. With heritage that include Mohamed Ali, Coretta Scott King, Supreme and more . Being the first man reincarnated makes America unique if not iconic figure in american society .The last reining King (King George) of the 19th and 20th century . With the King reaching acurate age
    he steps back in family business . His love is music playing a behind the scenes role as ghost writer for many years . Now helping the future take Hip Hop to the next .... with a chapter included for everyone in the entertainment industry .
    So remember "The Children are the future and the future is bright"

    http://hiphopthelastreligion.com
    Buy online at Amazon.com OR LULU.COM

    posted 6 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Mz. HerShee .

    Mz. HerShee . says

    My deepest apology for the Supa late response .....

    posted 8 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Linda Y

    Linda Y says

    Hi Alexia, I see that you read Pain Freak. I was seriously turned off by the cover (put all that a** on a video). Was it any good?

    posted 8 months ago. ( send a note )
  • CHLOE Y

    CHLOE Y says

    Hi I was looking at your shelf and I see you read "Let that be the Reasn" how was it?

    posted 9 months ago. ( send a note )
  • Tony Carmine

    Tony Carmine says

    Here is a blurb about my new book—ON THE CREST. Comments welcome: Tige Anderson goes through a series of emotional, physical and psychological adventures in this coming-of-age roller coaster, balancing his life among his romantic trysts, his ambitions, his humanity and his gay best friend. The one thread that connects all of the people in his life is the fact that the cycle of life puts everyone through a series of ups (‘on the crest’) and downs. Whether an individual winds up on top of the wave or under it depends on them.

    Prologue:

    [A mind full of shadows which form long, dark points that pierce the heart through and bring to consciousness the fierce pain of reality. Hooded specters that travel through space and time gathering up pieces of memory and bringing them together to form one melted block of pain and pleasure called the past.

    Were it possible to disintegrate as happens to dreams and tender moments. As powerful as these dreams and tender moments seemed at their inception, we come to realize that they are made of invisible particles of nothingness. Were it possible to just vanish like hopes made of tiny particles of nothing so would I be free of reality. And in that vanishing, would I finally be able to find peace.]

    Those thoughts flooded Tige’s mind as he sat and watched the pointed shadows caused by the brand-new-morning sun crawl across the floor in front of him. He had been all alone in the solarium since the middle of the night awaiting the sunrise as he did on many nights since he was put into that place. It was his favorite time of day. Anymore, each minute of the day was filled with painful recollection and doubt except for this brief, fleeting moment. It was a time, it seemed, that the earth, like him, was confused. It brought him solace to think that at this very moment, the entire universe, or so it seemed, was in a state of doubt and he was not alone. It was the time when day was pushing back night, eliminating the last vestiges of darkness to assume domination and live out its brief lifetime before dying and willing its realm to its brother called ‘tomorrow’. It was a time of starting over, of another chance. Days rolled in one after the other like the waves at the beach. It made one think that no matter how tragic the events that occurred in one solar period, there was always another; there was always another wave.

    Tige sat in his robe and pajamas on one of the couches in the solarium watching the morning sun get stronger, watching the streams of light come through the bars on the windows, hoping that the attendant would not yet realize that he was not in his room, which was where he should have been until breakfast which was still two hours away. He had done this so many times in the past but he was never discouraged from continuing to enjoy his moment of peace, but rather would endure the lectures from the staff about how everyone there must obey the rules so that all there could accomplish what they came there for.

    The reward that he got from this solitude was worth any reprimand which may have followed from the staff. He knew that his time remaining there was brief and he could continue this practice somewhere else. This was his time to savor the self-induced, companion-until-death torment brought about by events which had happened before and could not be changed. This was his time to not only enjoy the companionship of hope for tomorrow, but also to flog himself with memories and guilt for things that he had been instrumental in bringing to existence. He had to torture himself for what he had done or for what he had not done. With an almost painful enjoyment, Tige watched the single line of gray smoke from his cigarette and recalled the days past. He watched the ashes fall off like expended days gone by. He watched the orange line of fire racing toward its end.

    Again, comments welcome.
    The book can be purchased at barnesandnoble.com, amazon.com, authorhouse.com and many more sites. Thank you. Tony Carmine.

    posted 9 months ago. ( send a note )
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