“He had done it all, little, hardheaded, blustering Gerald” you are a slave owner Gerald. You didn’t do any of it. Enjoying reading this book so far but I am left dumbfounded at every page turn that it is not written from a place of irony.This author was not even born during the time she is writing about. Truly harrowing how this novel showcases the utopian nostalgia the people of the south still had in the 30s
— May 19, 2026 08:55PM
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