A Love Affair

I don't remember reading "The Chronicles of Narnia", or reading "Gulliver's Travels".

I remember picking up my mother's copy of Angela Davis' autobiography when I was in middle school. I remember being obsessesed with "How To Kill A Mockingbird. I remember reading a book about a man and with romances on various contintents when I was in elementary school. I remember discovering a love for Toni Morrison, because my senior paper was on "The Bluest Eye". I remember reading Sula and loving the story of a "harlot" woman who was secure in her own. I remember reading "The Color Purple" and being surprised at how big of lesbians Shug and Celie were.

I remember falling into deep stories with thorough plotlines and words that sucked me into a page.

Where is that type of writing these days?