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Rise of Sarah Breedlove Walker
The Extraordinary Rise of Sarah Breedlove Walker: The Woman Who Turned Innovation Into Empowerment Sarah Breedlove Walker’s life began in the most unlikely of places for a future titan of industry — on a Louisiana plantation in 1867, to parents who had been enslaved only a few years before her birth. Orphaned by age seven and working as a washerwoman by the time she was a young teenager, Sarah’s early life was defined by hardship. But woven through those struggles was a relentless determination that would eventually carry her into the center of one of the most remarkable success stories in American history.
By TREYTON SCOTT28 days ago in BookClub
Quotes From Pride & Prejudice
Valentine's Day has come and gone, but that doesn't mean we can't still relish in some romantic notions, no? Here are some of my favourite quotes that I pulled after rereading Pride & Prejudice at the end of last year/the beginning of this year - most of which will not be romantic in any sense. The pages come from The Annotated Pride & Prejudice, edited and annotated by David M. Shapard (the book is very long due to all the notes, and therefore pages may not line up with a more regular edition of the book). I've broken up some of the quotes into little sections for ease of reading.
By The Austen Shelf29 days ago in BookClub
The First Job That Changed My Life. AI-Generated.
The rent was overdue, and I was avoiding my landlord. Every time I heard footsteps in the hallway outside our apartment, my body stiffened. I would stop breathing, as if even the sound of my lungs might betray me. Sometimes I pressed my ear against the door, listening, waiting, praying the footsteps would continue past our unit.
By Jenny about a month ago in BookClub
The Month I Had No Job in New York. AI-Generated.
I lost my job on a Tuesday morning at exactly 10:14. I remember the time because I had just glanced at the corner of my screen before Michael appeared beside my desk.
By Jenny about a month ago in BookClub
The Man I Avoided Became the Reason I Stayed in New York. AI-Generated.
For three weeks, I learned how to recognize my landlord’s footsteps. He walked slowly, with a slight drag in his right foot, as if he were always tired. His keys jingled before he reached the door, a faint metallic warning that traveled through the hallway. I could hear him from inside my apartment, even before he knocked.
By Jenny about a month ago in BookClub
A Story of Norbert Rillieux
In the humid, swaying cane fields of nineteenth‑century Louisiana, a quiet revolution was forming—one that would not be fought with swords or marching armies, but with science, precision, and the relentless determination of a man named Norbert Rillieux. Born in 1806 to a wealthy plantation owner and a mother of mixed descent, Rillieux grew up witnessing both privilege and the harsh realities of life on sugar estates. He learned early that the production of sugar, though profitable, was a brutal and dangerous trade. Workers spent long hours stirring boiling kettles of cane juice, risking burns, illness, and even death as they attempted to refine the precious crystals that fueled the region’s economy.
By TREYTON SCOTTabout a month ago in BookClub
How Well Do You Live?
''Yes, I have a homeland. The French Language.'' - Albert Camus * Something very strange happened while I was reading this book. Usually, I have a few things on the run (too many books; too little time?), and this was added to a stack that often threatens to crush me in my sleep. I would skip from one to other, often disappointed, confused and enlightened...but rarely entertained (the cold and the darkness outside probably played a role, as did the constant running around from contract to contract). And I really don't care what any intellectual in any academic setting claims, you need to be entertained when you pick up a book.
By Kendall Defoe about a month ago in BookClub
The Year My English Improved, I Became Quieter. AI-Generated.
The first time I realized my English had improved was on the subway. It was rush hour, the kind where bodies pressed together until no one could tell which arm belonged to whom. The train screeched to a stop between stations. A distorted announcement crackled through the speaker—fast, careless, impatient.
By Jenny about a month ago in BookClub
I Am Not a Failure. I Was Simply Not Chosen. AI-Generated.
The first time I realized I had not been chosen, it was an ordinary afternoon. So ordinary that I didn’t understand its importance until much later.
By Jenny about a month ago in BookClub
Roosevelt Park And Me
When I first arrived in New York, I didn’t know where my life would begin. It turned out to be Roosevelt Park. New York is often described as a city of ambition and spectacle, but my earliest memory of it is quieter. It is a narrow park running along Chrystie Street in Manhattan’s Chinatown. Trees stand where buildings pause. Benches line the path. People pass through without ceremony.
By Jenny about a month ago in BookClub
Wheat stalks
Wheat stalks. We are very much like wheat stalks. Reflect on this with me. Hello everyone, how are you? I hope you are all well and in good health. Reflect with me on these wonderful words, which I wrote myself. We are like wheat. How are we like wheat?
By Ashrakat Elnagyabout a month ago in BookClub
The Art of ..... Knowing What You Are On About
Introduction Book observations that are very relevant today This is a Seven Days In post from 2012 and observations from a friend on what I posted.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in BookClub