For a man that only allegedly spent a year in Chicago, Brian Doyle understands the city's juxtaposition that has kept me enticed with this town even after three years.
I drank this novel up like an ice cold glass of water, dousing myself in the humbling truth that I still have a lot to learn when it comes to race in America.
I don't see a need- or even a want- to read this story to my hypothetical kids.
This review does not do Laurie Halse Anderson's novel any justice.
I loved getting to know the poetic side of Margaret Atwood, my OG in the world of feminist literature.