I judge books by their covers. When I'm strolling through the library, I look for interesting covers. With my two little ones in tow, I don't have time to peruse the stacks like I used to. The cover of this book drew me in.
What a fascinating story Heidi W. Durrow has created. Tragedy woven with growing up tied into racial identity. Told from multiple points of view at multiple points in time, this book kept me turning the pages to see what happened next (or had already happened but not yet been revealed).
Who are we really? And what is the deepest kind of love? This book explores those questions in a way that a reader can identify with. Highly recommended.
No comments:
Post a Comment