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chapter eight; recruits

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KIARA HAD STOPPED BY MIKADO CITIES PUBLIC LIBRARY. AS IT WAS STILL PRETTY EARLY, she didn't want to clock in too early after bidding farewell to both Yuma and Chika to get some food, she decided to spend her past time for now skimming through possible books to borrow. After understanding the concept of a library, she immediately fell in love with it. The fact that she could find books of any of her interests and choosing. Her mother before her death actually taught her how to read Hiragana when she was five with her sister eventually taking over the teachings. So it made Kiaras learning experience much more open, given Madafa unfortunately didn't have a library system or books at that matter, but rather Papyrus, scrolls they wrote of text and mini stories.

So far she had a love for all types of literature but she found herself gravitating towards James Baldwin, she read that he was an African American author who focused on topics such as race, class and sexuality. She had read about four books from him so far, going into the alphabetical section to find his name, she went to grab Giovanni's room which was her most anticipated to read so far.

She was tempted to get another book to read after finishing her first one but had decided to read at her own pace, she could only keep up with one at a time.

"Baldwin." She heard a deep voice say from next to her. "An excellent choice." The man complimented. Kiara had to take a step back to get a good look at him. He was a lean, light-skinned teenager with large, hooded brown eyes, short-to-medium spiky gray hair pushed upwards from a widow's peak and had thick, arched eyebrows the same color as his hair.

He was about a few inches taller than her and Kiara noted the basket of books he was going to check out. Out of politeness she smiled and thanked him. "I've read about four of works so far, so I have expectations for this one." She tapped the book she just picked. The taller man nodded.

"I have always admired his ability to write, his structure was clear and presentable but also the boldness that came with it every time is what stuck with me." Kiara nodded, she had to agree.

"It's what pulled me in. After reading, If Beale Street Could Talk, I had researched on his contribution to the Civil Rights Movement and also his experience in racial oppression and sexuality, and raising awareness to the people." Kiara was feeling giddy inside, she didn't know why but whenever it was a subject that she felt passionate about she couldn't help but ramble and share her thoughts on it. She dated back to when she used to tell Nia about what she learned in Madafas text and short stories she used to love.

"If Beale Street Could Talk, was a good one." He said while skimming through the pages of one of the books he got. "But sad, it really showed the failures among the criminal justice system that still kept Fonny incarcerated."

Kiara nodded a bit solemnly. "I wanted Fonny and Tish to be happy together, it really broke my heart how they were still kept separated, but noting the ending, it was so bleak but I felt like it showed the realism of that time and how sad society had failed Black Americans because of their different racial opinions." The man nodded and agreed, there was a short smile on his face and he knitted his eyebrows together for a second before asking her another question.

"Have you ever checked out Richard Wright?" Kiara shook her head.

"Not yet, when I was doing my research on Black American authors he popped up on my search. After this I might take a dabble on him." He nodded in understanding.

"I would definitely recommend it." He pulled out a book from the shelf. "I had read Black Boy a while ago and...Native Son. I had mixed feelings about it. It's definitely one that brings out an unsettling feeling among audiences." Kiara looks genuinely interested.