Hi Readers,

I bring you a book review! It is not on the 2011 Reading List, but I read it for my Women’s Literature class, and I really like it. To be honest, I consider it one of those timeless pieces that everyone should read at least once in their life time.

“Now, women forget all those things they don’t want to remember, and remember everything they don’t want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly.” (Pg. 1)

Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God, is the story of Janie Crawford. It explores her sexual identity from the age of 16 to when she is a little over 40 years old, and her ever changing views of herself and the world.

As a young woman, Janie has a very brief involvement with with and young man named Johnny Taylor. Janie’s grandmother strongly dislikes Johnny and thus feels the need to immediately separate the two almost-lovers upon seeing them kissing. It is at this time that she orchestrates a marriage between Janie and Logan Killicks. Logan is a great deal older than Janie and quite obviously financially secure—but extremely emotionally insecure. He is never capable of emotionally meeting her needs. He could give her everything except for that. They are married for a short time when she meeting Joe Starks. She runs off with him, and gets married. However, things were not very good. He forces her into a kind of oppression–makes her close herself off to attention from others, and hides her beauty. When Joe passes away, she meets Tea Cake. He is much younger than Janie and yet their relationship seems to “work.” Depending on your perspective, the relationship might be wonderful… for me, it is not good. Anyway…

I genuinely loved this book. I recommend to anyone and everyone. I read reviews by people that complained about the language and “improper english”–and I wonder if they remember that this book takes places in the South? It is an authentic dialect. The book is about a sexual awakening as well as a lesson in self-knowledge is an overall aspect–so keep that in mind; it is not tasteless and perverted; it is true to life and human nature.

The Saturday Review says, “The classic story of light-skinned Janie Crawford’s evolving selfhood through three marriages. A novel that ‘…belongs in the same category with that of William Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Ernest Hemingway.'”

 I’m giving Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God, a 5out 5. Absolutely phenomenal.