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.
Save Me the Waltz reads more like a poetic retelling of Zelda's life than a standard novel.