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.
I loved getting to know the poetic side of Margaret Atwood, my OG in the world of feminist literature.
I swear this post is not sponsored, I just really love this place.
It's just a story focused on faith and foolishness-- and maybe about how they can often be one in the same.