I absolutely love L.M. Montgomery's Anne of Green Gables. I've simply fallen victim to adaptation overload.
While I recommend this book to anyone capable of getting pregnant or capable of impregnating someone, please take your time digesting this read.
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.