title: Black Ink: Literary Legends on the Peril, Power, and Pleasure of Reading and Writing
author:  Stephanie Stokes Oliver 
description: An informative overview of African-American literature. Revelatory. . . moving. . . impressive.<br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> (<i>Kirkus Review</i>)<br /><br />Black writers have used writing and reading to create, find and sometimes save their lives. Stephanie Stokes Oliver invites the reader into ablack magic circle of incendiary, replenishing and inspiring ideas, memories and meditations on the power of literacy and imagination by the writers we treasure. It was a pleasure to re-read established classics and discover new classic arguments for the power of the written and read word.<br /> <br /><br /> <br /> (Marita Golden <i>Living Out Loud: A Writers Journey</i>)<br /><br />This electric and electrifying collection of voices serves to open a much needed window onto the freedom struggle of black literature. Its a marvel, and a genuine gift for readers everywhere. (Wil Haygood <i>The Butler: A Witness to History</i>)<br /><br />"A breathtaking anthology celebrating the power of the written word to forge change." (<i>O, the Oprah Magazine</i>)
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  Recollections of My Childhood  
    
  
  
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  # Recollections of My Childhood
  
  
  ### Louisa May Alcott
  
  
  
  
  
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  Preface to Lulu's Library
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  One of my earliest memories is of playing with books in my father's study, —
  building towers and bridges of the dictionaries, looking at pictures,
  pretending to read, and scribbling on blank pages whenever pen or pencil could
  be found. Many of these first attempts at authorship still exist; and I often
  wonder if these childish plays did not influence my after-life, since books
  have been my greatest comfort, castle-building a a never-failing delight, and
  scribbling a very profitable amusement.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Another very vivid recollection is of the day when running after my hoop I
  fell into the Frog Pond and was rescued by a black boy, becoming a friend