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In Walker's, "Saving the Life That is Your Own", I found myself very interested in her comparison of literature by black and white authors. Her point caused me to look back on books that I have read in the past and shed a new light on their development of these stories from beginning to end. Typically in school I read stories by white female authors and any books by black authors were done in my own time. However, I often find myself more drawn to narratives written by black authors for the same reason Walker stated herself, the point that differentiates the black and white authors, the ending. I typically find myself more inspired and fulfilled reading black literature because of the fact that there does seem to be a moral or a lesson and the underlying resilience of the characters even if the story doesn't end on a happy note. It's something I have always and will always enjoy about black literature.
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