10 New Books By Women Writers To Add To Your Must-Read List

Glory Edim just wanted to talk about books with her friends.

At least, that’s how her book club, Well-Read Black Girl, got started. She began posting about new books she looked forward to reading on Instagram, and decided to do an in-person discussion of Ta-Nehisi Coates’ Between the World and Me. That meeting was transformative for Edim and the other women in attendance. “Some people were crying, people just really got into what made the book emotional for them,” she said in an interview.

It was an intimate gathering of 10 or so avid readers; now, two years later, the group has ballooned to over 40, not counting the growing online community Edim has garnered, or the book lovers who turned out to her recent events at the Brooklyn Museum or The Strand. In the future, Edim wants to open satellite chapters in Los Angeles, Chicago, Atlanta and anywhere else there’s interest.

But for now, she’s just excited to spotlight authors, both established and forthcoming. Below, she raves about some of her favorites.


How did your book club come about?

Originally, it was something that I had started with the intent of just making new friends and having it be a small thing I was doing with friends from college. My boyfriend, for my birthday, had made me this shirt that said “well-read black girl” ― I’ve always been a little bit of a bibliophile, books everywhere. So when people would see this shirt, they’d inquire about it and want to know, “Oh, where did you get it?” So I was like, oh, this is a catchy name, this is something I could use for the book club.

I work in marketing, so it was my natural inclination to end up using Instagram to spark conversation. I noticed that other people started following along, asking for suggestions or my book recommendations, so I started to do a newsletter dedicated to this idea of paying tribute to black women writers and to amplify their voices. So that’s how it got started, from a T-shirt to an Instagram to this whole movement two years later. For lack of a better word, it was kind of a selfish idea. I just love books.