In a nutshell, Everyone Brave is Forgiven was one of the most disappointing books I’ve finished in a long time. Chris Cleave is a bestselling author for a reason, and many people have enjoyed this book. Perhaps it's just my personal tastes, but this book didn't work for me on many levels.
It's taken me some time to chew over what to say in a review of The Underground Railroad. How do you review a book about horrors that were not committed toward your ancestors? Horrors that your ancestors, in fact, may have committed?
Ann Patchett's story of family brokenness is surprising fresh and hopeful.
How I can't seem to fit M.L. Stedman's The Light Between Oceans into a neat mental category.