This was my first time reading a book by J California Cooper and overall it was pretty solid. It was written in a very simple way, though some of the stories were very powerful, moving and relatable. As is the title,"Wild Stars seeking Midnight Suns" which I think means people (who are the wild s...
A fourth collection of stories by the award-winning author.
The only two stories I liked was the first and the last one. In the first story "A shooting Star."- narrated by a woman name Maisha is deeply disturbed by her friend Lorene who looks for love in the wrong places. Daily she expresses to her how she craves affection from strangers that do not care ...
Great read! I am never disappointed by Ms. J. California Cooper. I always seem to enjoy her books and short stories. I would have given this book 5 stars if it were not for a reoccurring theme that didn't sit right with me. In almost every story, there seems to be some form of abuse or domestic v...
I'm kind of torn by this book--during some parts, I couldn't wait to turn the next page, but in others, I found it plodding on and my eyes skimming. This isn't an exceptionally long book (my ebook copy had 347 pages), but it felt a lot longer. And that's not necessarily a bad thing. One of the re...
She had a good brain and disposition, good health and body, excellent looks and big legs to come in the future! She was going to be neat, petite and all reet! As they say! During the first 12 years as she was realizing her world of food, animals, insects, trees and flowers, school and other peopl...
Oh wonderful life. Oh pitiful life. The sun is heading down at the same time it is coming up. A beginning and an end . . . in sight. Every moment in a life has within it the joy or pain of your thoughts, your experiences, all leading toward a future, your future. All leading to roads we cross, ju...
Plum was not there. Truth is, Plum was stealin time playin in round that ole broke-down chicken house she and Always set in sometimes to be alone together. They told Always Plum was not goin with her and Doak, seein the look on her face, took her arm to push her up on the wagon bed. Always strugg...
Hazel eyes complimented the rich chestnut of her shoulder-length, luxurious hair. She had full breasts that were her own, a small waist, and hips that were ready for childbearing or a wonderful cradle for other hips to lie upon. Her pretty hands were slender with nails she kept manicured to match...