I have so many mixed feelings about this book. Ultimately, I think this stems from the fact that there are certain things that Reid treated really well, and other things that were handled not so well.
The themes of domestic abuse in a small town environment and the complexities of race (to a certain extent) in the late 1950s Deep South were handled well. The domestic abuse plot had depth and nuance - Anna's efforts to hide her bruises to shield her children from the hurt her husband wrought; the wavering of her feelings towards her husband, Elias; the struggle she had to leave him especially with her two children in tow; the complicity of Elias's mother Nelly - herself an abuse victim, constantly making excuses for her son and accusing her daughter-in-law - those rung true, and seemed to have real human complexity to them. Especially true are Anna's efforts to save face in a small town mid-century and her certainty that nobody would've helped her - not local law enforcement, not her church, definitely not her in-laws...nobody. The sense of despair, imprisonment, and devastating loneliness on this issue was palpable, and I felt like this was really well done.
I also thought spinning the tale about a Syrian immigrant family - in-between, neither black nor considered fully white - was an interesting way to approach the story. So many stories about race relations in the civil rights era are simply about black and white, without acknowledging that there have always been people of many races here - and that they faced challenges and discrimination as well. Through Anna's eyes we see that her Syrian family was really only a hair's breadth away from being completely discounted themselves; you see snippets of the family struggling to position themselves as white for dear life - and also about the harshness of interactions with the black community they live amongst that this kind of closeness brings. It was an interesting take.
However, there were some other things that were done kind of strangely, and the biggest of these was the insertion of black/white race relations in the story. Orlando Washington's trials as a black mailman exist simply as a catalyst to tell Anna's story, and despite her constant insistence that he is a person and not a thing, his story really does exist as a shadow in the background to move forward her own. We don't even really find out what happens to him - the story refuses to tell us for a long time, and even when it does we only get vague snippets. Despite the fact that a significant portion of the story takes place in Mounds (the black side of town), none of the black characters are ever fully realized as humans (rather than symbols). An opportunity for this was missed, for example, when Anna tries to go into a black church to get more information about Orlando's fate and the black church ladies wave her away without speaking. There were also some opportunities for Reid to show some nuance to racial beliefs - not everyone was either fully on either side; there were some folks who just kind of hovered in the middle and hoped it would all blow over. Marina was the character that came closest, but she spit some of the worst vitriol in the book, so...not so much.
Another symptom of that is that Thea is both a mammy and a Magical Negro character rolled into one. Anna's memories of her are limited to her as a surrogate mother and figure of universal good; she fulfills the role of the hired help who nonetheless loves the family she works for deeply. Think Viola Davis's character in The Help.
The characters are flat and lack any nuance; they are pretty one-dimensional. Anna is a perpetual victim; things just happen to her, and she lets them while wringing her hands and basically saying nothing. The only times she ever takes decisive action she does painfully stupid things and has an almost childlike sense of expectation about the consequences. (Did she really think no one was going to ask questions about Elias's death?) That kind of character can be well done, but in this case it was just boring and frustrating. Eli is pretty much lawful good; Ivie is chaotic evil; Nelly is a witch from hell; Marina is an oblivious spoiled brat. MARINA. She was the character I couldn't stand, that I wanted terrible things to happen to. I couldn't tell how the author wanted us to feel about Marina, but I hated her badly - and not in the good-hate kind of way. She felt just as manipulative, evil, and abusive as her father, just in a woman's guise. On the other hand, though, I felt like Reid's exploration of the complexity of a mother's love - how a mother could love a child deeply, desperately, and still resent them - was pretty good, and Marina had to exist in order for that to happen.
Interestingly, the only true complex character was Elias. Through flashbacks, you learn that he was a pretty insecure and unhappy man, and that the pressures of living the life everyone expected him to have rather than the one he wanted contributed to his drinking and abuse. The book makes no excuses for him, but it was an interesting take you rarely see in an examination of domestic abuse.
The other big shortcoming is the unrelenting humiliation conga that Anna is put through. Sometimes books are sad, and I can accept that; sometimes books are depressing to make you thoughtful or stir up feelings. This book didn't feel like that - everything bad that could happen to Anna pretty much did. It felt like one long stretch of Bad Things happening to Anna - bad things in flashback, bad things in the present - and Anna doing pretty much nothing about any of them. She lets everyone around her just steamroll over her and say whatever they want about her.
The plot also plodded, I must say. Someone else mentioned in their review that they kept waiting for the story to kick off and only realized around 80% that it wasn't going anywhere. I felt the same. I kept waiting for things to really get into gear but realized too late that they would not, and that nothing would really happen - Anna would just continue to allow things to happen to her, wring her hands and on to the next Terrible Thing that would plague her.