I normally don’t write this stuff, but this book needed something said about it. I’m a bibliophile through and through, no doubt about that. I’m not very great at book reviews since I mostly just read for pleasure, but I don’t think one needs to even analyze something so important as a book which speaks volumes.

There are absolutely some books that readers and nonreaders alike, need to pickup. THUG is one of them. During a time where there and has always been an undermining of blacks, reading will help one gain knowledge of what it’s like to be in the shoes of those who have experienced so much and then some. The characters all face trauma and hardships in their own way which gains an insight to how you will never know just how much a person is going through.

Now, everyone should pick up this book. If you are not a person of color, I highly highly recommend this. Once you read this it will be nowhere near as close to understanding what We have gone through since the beginning, but you can gain insight and I hope you use that insight to the best of your ability by standing up for the fight as well. You have the most privilege in a world as crazy as it is. Like someone said, don’t deny that privilege, accept it and continue on because it’s something most of us don’t have. I just hope you use it for the better and not worse, but we know how that goes for some.

Whether you have a friend or know someone else, you can stand in the fight with us or against us. Do not be ignorant of what has occurred for years on end (and don’t be one of the characters, I’ll let you find out for yourself). You choose, but I hope you choose the former. Read and inform yourself, because words are the most powerful.

Besides one other book I’ve read in my life so far, this one resonates what it feels like to be a black person, let alone a young black woman, in a world where so much hatred is targeted to her race. I may not have witnessed much of what others have witnessed, but I’ve seen enough.

We are continuously trying to stand up for our own in a world that is so set on putting us down, making us seem inferior to others. When will this stop? I don’t know, but we can always take one more step to sharing our voice and what matters. I will not forget those who have been murdered just by the color of their skin or the way they look. We will continue to say their names and we can never forget.

If not now, then when can we continue the fight for those who have had their life taken to quickly? Everyday is a day to work harder and I will most definitely not give up in the fight. This book proves that we can’t. We must use the strongest weapons: our voices.

Continue this fight, and never forget. Thank you @writerzambitionz for continuing the fight and sharing it with the YA community. So much still needs to be recognized and understood. This is apart of the continuous movement.

The future of The Shadowhunters fandom

Did you stop for a moment and think how big #TheShadowHunter fandom will grow? Not only the readers and fans of Cassie Clare will be members but also the nonreaders that learn of the shadowhunter through the movie!!

I don’t want to go so far but…what if this fandom can come close of being as the one of HP or PJ?! Imagine that 😨

The TV series hasn’t come out yet and the fandom is huge….can’t imagine how gigantic it’ll be when the series is released!!

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail, frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return, or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.
—  Charles Warnke, You Should Date An Illiterate Girl