Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
I had expected to enjoy this book more than I did, and it’s possible I might have if I hadn’t come to it with high expectations. There were many observations that were written beautifully, but the characters felt as though they had been created to suit the plot, and the plot felt as though it was checking off a list of atrocities and injustices to be described. It was little vignettes in time connected by great chunks of exposition, capped by a jarringly abrupt conclusion. There were moments in this book that were bright, highly colored, in which I could disappear into the experience of the story. It was enough to keep me trudging along, but did not entirely make up for the rest.
Audiobook, borrowed from a friend. S. Epatha Merkerson performed the reading, with precise pronunciation and pacing but little emotion.