Mention the name Zora Neale Hurston, and it won’t take long for the words “Oh yeah, the author of Their Eyes Were Watching God” to follow. If you are in a room of bibliophiles or writers, especially Black female writers, they will quickly profess their love of Zora. I, however, was not one of them. Though I suppose loving Zora is a prerequisite for being well-read in women’s literature, I…