The History and Psychology of an Awesome Novel


Outstanding. Magnificent. Marvelous. Superb! All the adjectives I’d attach to The Loom by Shella Gillus. This book had me stopping mid read to tweet about a gripping passage or just about how a certain scene sparked emotion. I immediately went to the author’s webpage and signed up for updates. I want to know when her next book is coming out.

I’m getting ahead of myself (sorry the book is just like that). In the first few pages you see Lydia running and you can feel her panting in your chest, hear the leaves and grass yield to her feet, see all the things she was running from, even the good things she was leaving behind because she had to go! Had to be free. Free was better than a grandmother’s touch, better than a husband’s love. And even though it hurt, she had to use her special power, the color of her skin, as a means of escape. Blending in with Whites might bring her freedom but it wouldn’t remove the chains that shackled her.

Shella did so much teaching and expounding with a fictional work that I felt as if I had taken a history class and a psychology course simultaneously. She teaches us about the Loom, the room where slaves too old, worn, or pregnant were still utilized in a colorful yet dark room of beautiful yet tragic tapestry. She teaches us about bondage. “Everybody’s a slave to something.” I could go somewhere with that passage but I don’t want to give away too much about the novel. You have to read it for yourself. Please do yourself a favor and read it for yourself!


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