Definitely not my type of book, I suppose, it was probably pretty good, and it pointed out unlikely and unknown histories of Jews and Blacks in the South, but it also pointed out prejudices and seemed to justify and illuminate them.
It was not a straight story, and I am definitely a plot based reader; I like for a book/story to have a beginning, middle, and an end. I suppose that this did, but they were hidden in amongst the words. Had this not been a book club book, I would have neither started nor finished it – again, I wouldn't have started because it's far from my style, and I wouldn't have finished it because it was somewhat tedious, and I really didn't know what it's point was. Actually, the epilogue filled that in better than the book itself.
Well, part of the reason I actually joined the book club was to open my experiences and practices more. I suppose, "Mission accomplished".