Some books are an absolute joy to read.
Well, this book is not that kind of book, but it is the kind of book that makes you want to recommended it to everyone in your life, pressing it in the hands of anyone you've ever known like a woman obsessed (I am) because they need to read it. There are few things in life that I think should be mandatory, but reading this book might be one of them.
(Disclaimer: I am not responsible if you decide to pick up this book (you should. You really should) and then lose all your friends because you start shoving this book into as many people's hands as you possibly can and eventually knock someone out doing it, who sues you for assault.)
Between the World and Me is a heartbreaking, haunting letter from a father to his son that makes you stare at your own ugly racial prejudices right in the face. It makes you stand in front of a mirror and strips you bare so you have to see those ugly thoughts, consider them, and defiantly rebuke them properly. It illuminates the rigid boxes that govern American lives, the lives of those considered black and white and both and neither, and tears the walls of it down with beautifully, thoughtfully written prose. In the light of recent events in America, this book is incredibly, preciously, important.