I don’t talk about books that often (aside from the occasional review) on my personal blog. I have other platforms I use to talk more about books. However, yesterday I realized something that broke my heart. So far this year, I’ve read 70 books. I own over 270 books. I’m not currently home to go through my shelves, but I am absolutely sure that a majority of the books I read and own are by white authors. Now don’t get me wrong, there is NOTHING wrong with supporting white authors and buying their books. But something that I did realize is that I hardly ever buy or read books from Black authors. I never purposely avoided these books. . . it just kind of happened. I have realized that I need to do better about supporting Black authors and learning through them. There are so many amazing books out there that discuss racism, have Black main characters, etc., in a variety of different genres. I had never sought out these books with intent, and I wish I had. I wish I had realized earlier ...