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Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Paperbackpages. Published March 11th by Grupo Editorial Lumen first published Maya Angelou’s Autobiography 1. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. My sixth grader was given this book and I’m not to sure about it.
Erica I was assigned to read this book for the first time in 5th grade. I don’t think it’s inappropriate. It’ …more I enjaukados assigned to read this book for the first time in 5th grade. It’ addresses REAL issues though.
Jyothy M jaganathan It is available on amazon. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Hmm, congratulations to Ms. Angelou on braving struggles most people wouldn’t have survived. As she wrote, “The fact that the adult American Negro female emerges a formidable character is often met with amazement, distaste and even belligerence. It is seldom accepted as an inevitable outcome of the struggle won by survivors and deserves respect if not enthusiastic acceptance.
I’ve appreciated Victorian novels tremendously, havin Hmm, congratulations to Ms. I’ve appreciated Victorian novels tremendously, having never known the life. I’ve seen racial attacks often, living in a country caught in puberty and again, Ms. Angelou did good for herself – but the fact remains that this was not a good “book. Conceded it’s an autobiography, but certainly a life describing commonplace church meetings for 20 pages in a go is hardly worth recording.
The parts she wrote her own reflections both in retrospect with the maturity of years and at the time of her actions were certainly very well written; often very beautifully. Give me more of that and less of country folks doing nothing but boring me to death. The book does give a very nice picture of all the characters involved through her tiny naive girl’s nervous perceptions – which it encapsulates very well, too. This is a celebrated memoir of a major contemporary American poet, Maya Angelou.
The book is often found on recommendation lists and is often assigned in American high schools. It’s her coming of age story, detailing Angelou’s life up to seventeen years old. Her childhood was spent mostly in the segregated South, the Arkansas of the s. As you might expect of a black girl growing up in those days, Angelou had some bitter stories to tell.
There’s how when working as a domestic at ten-years-old This is a celebrated memoir of a major contemporary American poet, Maya Angelou. There’s how when working as a domestic at ten-years-old, her elderly employer tried to change her name to suit her–as you would a dog or horse.
The young Maya didn’t simply quit or insist on her given name, she retaliated by deliberately breaking the objects she knew the old woman found the most precious, reducing her to tears–and racial epithets. At her elementary school graduation, Maya was provoked to a murderous rage by the insensitive comments of a white man addressing the graduating class.
Just don’t strive to be a scientist or poet if you’re black his words implied. And not much later, she had to endure terrible pain, because the only dentist for miles around told her and her grandmother that he would rather put his hands into the mouth of a dog than a black person.
Yo sé por qué canta el pájaro enjaulado by Maya Angelou (2 star ratings)
So yes, Angelou had reason for bitterness, even hatred. Nevertheless, I found how she regarded race troubling. She said of whites that as a child she “couldn’t force myself to think of them as people. Odd that the homeless children, the silt of the war frenzy, could initiate me into the brotherhood of man.
After hunting down unbroken bottles with a white girl from Missouri, A Mexican girl from Los Angeles and a Black girl from Oklahoma, I was never again to sense myself so solidly outside the pale of the human race. The lack of criticism by our ad hoc community influenced me, and set a tone of tolerance for the rest of my enjaulads.
Note though how Angelou capitalized “Black” but put “white” in lowercase.
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That is used throughout the book–even after she claimed to have learned tolerance and respect for the whole human race. It’s not all that disturbed me about the book. There’s a lot of frank sexual content, including a graphic description of her rape at eight years old. I think what caused disquiet there was how nonchalantly, even lyrically, Angelou described the assault. Part of the problem might be that although she would have been 41 at the time the book was published, she kept herself to the point of view of the young child who just didn’t understand really what had been done to her.
It made for unsettling reading. Were there aspects of the book I liked, aspects of Angelou that I found admirable? I loved her story of how she persevered and became “hired as the first Negro on the San Francisco streetcars” as a teen not even yet out of high school. I loved the story of the grandmother who raised her, who managed to run a successful business and owned property during the Great Depression–in the Segregated South despite being a black woman.
And you certainly can see in the prose why Angelou is a celebrated poet. Much of the writing truly is beautiful. But no, I can’t honestly say I liked this book–that’s why my rating is so low. I know that Maya Angelou is an American icon, and I don’t deny that her experiences were harrowing, her personality fierce, or that her contributions to our culture and civilization were invaluable.
But I did not like her book. There were bursts of brilliance – beautiful prose bordering on poetry with vivid descriptions of the human experience.
But taken as a whole, the book just didn’t mean anything to me. It was a collection of memories with seemingly no lessons learned. I didn’t find I tried. I didn’t find it to be vulgar or overtly graphic – although I wouldn’t want my children reading it without supervision and context – but I didn’t find it moving, either. I found it to be more of a lesson in bad parenting than any kind of a symbol of Ms.
The most interesting parts of her life are left out, and the abrupt end of the book does nothing to elevate the rest of the story. The best part about it was that it lifted me from my comfort zone and let me live in the deep south with all the prejudice of the time for a brief moment. But it was too brief and I came away feeling nothing for this book or the author herself.
Oltretutto visto quello che fa Maya sinceramente forse dovrebbe farsi un esame di coscienza prima di aprire bocca. It is about a girl named Margurite, growing up and dealing with discrimination and racism in the south. Also dealing with rape, molestation and growing up through hardships as a child.
She has to move to Arkansa to live with her grandmother, and there tradgic events happen. Her internal conflict is keeping her being raped a secret from her family, because she does not want liivro family to be killed.
Her external conflict is being discriminated aganst because of her race. I can make a text to text connection. This book is similar to A Child Called “It” by Dave Pelzer because in both books, both kids must face something that completely dominates their snjaulados and they must somehow hide it, to enjaulads sure the truth doesn’t hurt anyone. I’d rate this book like 2 stars. It was so long and really boring. As creepy as this sounds, the only interesting parts where when she got molested and rape.
I wouldn’t reccomend this book to anyone. Mayyybe people whi like civil rights and Maya Angelou, other than that it’s They are most often told by year-olds to declare that they have suffered the most. There’s a reason these tales don’t stand the test of time. We need an older self to bring insight to the raw experiences we felt, to understand how we were changing, how we were livfo, and the places we came from.
I don’t feel any of the characters were ever articulated, especially the protagonist. What’s going on in there? The style and substance of the black-owned shop in the south, the heart of the book, doesn’t it feel like it was directly taken from Their Eyes Were Watching God?
I hate the people who have given this book one star because it upsets their moral sensibilities; poor little Johnny had to read it for class. The existence of these people makes me want to give the book five stars and join a school board. Maya Angelou, Gawd love ya but this childhood memoir hasn’t elicited one palpable emotion except boredom so I’m releasing myself from the cage at the halfway point.
Maya was able to tell her story very objectively, without giving commentary; and I got the sense that young Maya was more confused and displaced about everything that happened to her, than anything. This book breathes loss and being lost.
It felt like book-Maya was not the main-character but the person that the main-events happened to, if that makes sense? It gave me a little bit of trouble to bond with her. The main problem for me, was the writing style.