Wild Swans

by Jung Chang

At the age of fifteen my grandmother became the concubine of a warlord general, the police chief of a tenuous national g...

Autobiografía Malcolm X

by Alex Haley, Malcolm X

would move. I am not sure why he made this decision, for he was not a frightened Negro, as most then were, and many stil...

A Streetcar Named Desire

by Tennessee Williams

The exterior of a two-story corner building on a street in New Orleans which is named Elysian Fields and runs between th...

Their Eyes Were Watching God

by Zora Neale Hurston

The Black Cauldron

by Lloyd Alexander

Autumn had come too swiftly.

Dark Angel

by V.C. Andrews

ALL ABOUT ME THE LARGE HOUSE LOOMED DARK, mysterious, and lonely.

Cuaderno

by Cool Libreta

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The Black Robe

by Wilkie Collins

THE doctors could do no more for the Dowager Lady Berrick.

Black Hawk, Down

by Mark Bowden

At liftoff, Matt Eversmann said a Hail Mary.

Why We Can't Wait

by Martin Luther King Jr., J.D. Jackson

copies of Stride Toward Freedom, my book about the Montgomery bus boycott of 1955-56. As I signed my name to a page, I f...

Conan

by Robert E. Howard

Treaties, etc

by Rand McNally

The Black Swan

by Nassim Nicholas Taleb, David Chandler

The Negro

by W. E. B. Du Bois

Hoodoo-conjuration-witchcraft-rootwork

by Harry Middleton Hyatt

The woman in black

by Susan Hill

Notes of a Native Son

by James Baldwin

Talking back

by bell hooks, bell hooks

This work came together in a slow way.

The Black Stallion

by Walter Farley

The tramp steamer Drake plowed away from the coast of India and pushed its blunt prow into the Arabian Sea, homeward bou...

The marrow of tradition

by Charles Waddell Chesnutt

Though only a twenty-three-year-old African American school principal in Fayetteville, North Carolina, when he made thes...