Is it possible to be fully engrossed by a novel and still dislike the story?
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.
This review does not do Laurie Halse Anderson's novel any justice.
It's just a story focused on faith and foolishness-- and maybe about how they can often be one in the same.