in their eyes were watching god zora neale hurston

10 people can stand in front of a painting and see it differently read a book and give a different * rating sip a wine and give you everything from sooty, woodsy, to fruity. I'm not going to even attempt to describe the book it would all feel like hyperbole that would cheapen my experience. Those are the gems you find just once in a while TEWWG is one of those rarities. The kind of book so beautiful in its simplicity that it's a piece of the writer's soul that resonates in the reader.

But, I can't help but have an affection for the rare humble books that seem to be less about an author's abilities, and more a revelation from their heart. Oh not Proust, Nabokov, etc., those tomes that intellectuals can discuss together for years.I know they are great gifted writers. But, when my sis-in-law said it was her favorite book of all time, I'm always excited to get a recommendation that someone is passionate about. Maybe this will change someone else's mind that turned the channel that day back in 2005. ' Karen Valby of Entertainment Weekly comments, 'While the book chews on meaty questions of race and identity, the movie largely resigns itself to the realm of sudsy romance.' New York Times critic Virginia Heffernan writes, 'the film is less a literary tribute than a visual fix of Harlequin Romance: Black Southern Series-all sensual soft-core scenes and contemporary, accessible language.' *ouch-ouch-ouch* My purpose in bringing this up is that I had been so turned against this book I was never going to read it, and what a shame. I feel vindicated for my harsh opinion - I don't like to feel like a meany - by the reviews I just read concerning that debacle: 'Catering to its TV audience, the film largely avoided the more controversial themes of race, gender, and power.

There was a sense of arrogance to the production, like that you feel when someone thinks they can improve on great art, and goes on to disprove that haughtiness by giving Mona Lisa a bigger smile.

The production felt like a piece extrapolated from art twisted for a motive. Why? Because I tried to watch the Harpo Production in 2005 and didn't feel it (hated it nod to Sandy's review). Uhhh.I have to admit, it was not one I wanted to read, and had in fact removed it from my TBR list. In our latest conversation I suggested a few I'd just finished - she gave me Their Eyes Were Watching God. My sister-in-law and I share books, since we have similar tastes.

In their eyes were watching god zora neale hurston