In my American Literature class, we had to read some poetry from Langston Hughes. I'm not the best at understanding poetry but Hughes was easy to read and very good. When I found out he wrote novels too I had to read one. This is his first. It's a coming of age story about a boy named Sandy, probably semi-autobiographical. It's about a boy whose father is a drifter and his grandmother who mostly takes care of him. The grandmother wants him to become a somebody like Booker T. Washington. She has a lot of aspirations for this boy. His aunt Harriet takes a shady road but ends up becoming a successful singer. Along the way, the boy gets a job at a hotel and as a shoeshine boy. I've been reading books from the Harlem Renaissance lately. Why didn't I read books like this in high school? Why wasn't I introduced to the movement till college? But then I did go to a lackluster school so that might have something to do with it. 3.5/5
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