I have a copy of this book from the mid-90s, when my friend D and I decided to read all of bell hooks' work all in a row, and I wrote a book of my own in the margins of it. I love looking at what I thought of it then.

It's astonishing, really, that I got to this point in my life without reading bell hooks. These essays are funny, incisive, and surprisingly timely for being twenty-five years old. I especially enjoyed her reflections on Malcolm X as specifically a religious seeker, which I'll assign whenever I next teach the Autobiography, and her critiques of Do The Right Thing and Der Himmel über Berlin, which I wish I'd read after I saw the movies in high school.