I guess not every book that the critics rave about is for me. It could be that when Faulkner writes about poor, illerate white folks and black folks in the tone of his day I can acknowledge his gift. This book written by a young African American writer tells of a poor family, assumingly black with a 14 year old protaganist, a girl named Esch who is pregnant.
I found this book to be nothing so much as depressing. Four chapters in and I quit. I have no desire to visit them anymore.
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